Guys, it’s the end of Year One! (Season 1, pretty much, not a literal year!) We’re onto a new chapter next week!
The ball was incredibly magical. I danced with more men than I could count, most of them provenance heirs. And William. And Tristan.
I even convinced Papa to come and watch a bit, although I drank far too much wine and had to go to bed before Annalise.
Which wound up for the best as it was the middle of the night when Elodie shook me awake.
“What is it?” I asked. She looked at me. “Elodie, I don’t understand?”
“A ship arrived,” she whispered. I nodded. “I didn’t want to wake The Queen, but, well,” I swallowed and nodded.
“Is it him?” I asked.
“We don’t know,” she said softly, “we do know that it’s here, and it’s flying a Phanian flag.” I nodded and got out of bed, pulling a dressing gown on.
“Elodie, please go wake General Martin and Countess Olivia and my father,” I said softly…
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