Annalise was passed a note at lunch, from one of her maids. She didn’t read it despite it just being the two of you in the Orangery. Later when she was summoned from her room by her father, King William. You realise the same crumpled fold of paper is on her bedside table. You reach over and pick it up, reading it. “Don’t worry. I’ve arranged that their carriage will not come to pick them up tomorrow. It will be stopped. They will have their birthday here and so the ceremony will commence.*
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