Gilded Grief

229 — Grief’s Mascot

*POV=SIENNA*

I weaved through the crowd, desperate for some air, for any air at all.

“Princess Sienna,” A dignitary cut me off on my way to the exit. My nails dug into the leather of my glove as I turned, a trained smile on my face.

Of every aspect of my birthday, including the part that reminded me of my brother’s death…this was by far the worst.

“Lady Odette,” I smiled, curt