A few more days passed since then.
By now, Amelia should have been out of the Draken Duchy. That was the normal course of things — nobles of her rank rarely lingered without a clear purpose.
A polite visit, a few tea gatherings, perhaps a formal dinner with the host family… and then they would depart, leaving behind carefully wrapped gifts and equally wrapped words.
But Amelia Frost didn't leave.
Any other noble might have made their excuses by now, citing urgent letters from home or duties in their own territory. She, however, seemed perfectly at ease in the Duchy, as though the halls and gardens were her own.
She had come here with a purpose in mind… and she hadn't achieved it yet.
Which meant she couldn't leave.
Not until she drove Julies Evans out of this place for good.
But that didn't mean everything was going according to plan. Far from it.
