Queen Isolde's eyes went wide. She looked as though she'd stumbled onto a new continent.
"You're V"
"Shh!"
Before the Queen could say the name, Eleanor lifted a finger to her lips.
The Queen understood at once and said nothing more.
Beside them, Julian's eyebrow rose, slowly and silently.
As far as he knew, this was the first time Eleanor and the Queen had ever met.
Yet between the two of them, there was clearly a secret.
One he knew nothing about.
His chest tightened, as if something were rubbing it raw, one small pebble at a time.
"Forgive me, Miss Frost."
Queen Isolde turned to Isabelle.
"I'd like to dine alone with this young lady tonight. It's my way of thanking her for repairing, and improving, my crown."
This young lady was, of course, Eleanor.
Cassandra's face went as
