IMELDA'S POV

Turning away from the mirror, I looked out of the window and saw everywhere packed with people.

"It's just some ball, why is everywhere packed with so many people?" I frowned, not recognizing anyone. Their faces all looked foreign to me.

"Don't be stupid, the Prince is getting mated to either you or Mirabelle tonight, it is only right that they all avail themselves to pay rites to him," Arla explained and I scoffed.

"When are you going to let me out? I've been holed in here for days now and I need to stretch my legs or do you want me to die of paralysis?" Arla quirked,...