The Absent Queen

One hour later, we head downstairs to the dining room. My palms are sweaty, and I keep wiping them against my skirt, trying to dry them with little success. I take a deep breath as I walk beside Lorcan, but my nerves are still there, fluttering in my stomach. I can't stop thinking about how I should speak to her, how I should act, or even how I should behave in front of her.

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