Serena's POV ~
Finally.
The royal dinner was over.
I almost wanted to throw my napkin in the air and cheer, but somehow I managed to keep a straight face as I stood up from that cursed table. My legs felt stiff, my head ached, and I was pretty sure my cheeks had been frozen in the same polite smile for the last two hours.
The moment I stepped out of the hall, I let out a long, shaky breath. "Thank the heavens…" I muttered under my breath. "If I had to sit there one more minute, I'd stab myself with a fork."
The corridor outside was quiet and cool compared to the suffocating tension back in the dining room. The air actually moved here. I leaned against the nearest pillar and groaned softly, tugging at the tight fabric of my gown.
"Who designed this thing?" I mumbled, trying to loosen the neckline that felt like it was strangling me. "It's like wearing a pretty coffin."
