"I am Jane," she said, with the smile of someone who had just carved her name into wet stone and now dared the world to wash it away. "Queen to be."
The breeze caught the edge of her long cape, making her look every inch the royal she hoped to convince the world she was. She lifted her chin, that smile still pasted on.
Luna's own smile, subtle and elegant, played on her lips. "Then you must know I am the princess."
"Not here, you aren't," she said coolly. "If you would follow me, I will get you situated in the ambassador's lodge."
She turned left. But she didn't hear the following footsteps. Instead, she heard a hiss, a defiant breath—and silence.
She turned just in time to see Luna walking in the opposite direction.
straight into the castle.
