Chapter 29 Silk And Daggers

• The seamstresses fussed around me like carrion birds, pinning and tucking the midnight blue silk that would serve as my wedding gown. Each stitch felt like a chain being forged, binding me to a fate I'd never chosen. The irony wasn't lost on me—here I stood, the Princess of the Skulls, being dressed like a doll for
• slaughter.
• "Hold still, Your Highness," Madame Corvina murmured through pins clenched between her teeth. "The beadwork must lie perfectly flat, or the whole effect will be ruined."