The Lake Lady and the Dream Stalker

CHAPTER 3

I need to think clearly and rationally. It’s what Viviane would want me to do.

If I go through with this madness and marry Talan, it will become increasingly difficult to keep my cover. With so many eyes on the new princess at court, people will piece together that I’m not who I say I am. Someone will point out that there was never a farm, never a dirt-poor backstory, no onions or alcoholic dad. The nobles hadn’t bothered to dig up gossip about a simple mistress, but a princess? They’ll uncover every secret they can. The villagers of Lauron will hear the story that one of their own is now close to the crown. They’ll ask who the fuck I am.

My chest tightens. I wish there were a way to conjure Viviane in my thoughts.