-Joseph-
Cora didn’t say a single word the entire way back to the palace. She didn’t cry anymore either, though, and for that I’m thankful.
Marcus opens the door for her, and she steps out, carrying her crown. She never put it back on. I shouldn’t have told her to wear one. I didn’t even think about it when she asked if she was supposed to for an event like today. Tradition states that she should, but does it even matter? Cora’s never been one for tradition.
We step into the elevator, and I take her hand. To my surprise, she lets me. “What would you like for dinner?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she sighs.
I bring her hand to my lips and place a kiss on the back. She doesn’t smile, but she doesn’t pull her hand away, either. It’s progress.
We step off the elevators, and before w
