"I see he has given you the heirloom," Princess Sarah, staring at Perdita, whose attention had spun in the direction of Sthena, who equally turned to meet her gaze, said to her.
The question caught Perdita's attention as she turned, and her hand instinctively went to touch the necklace. "Yes, he did. Before we left." She softly replied, acutely aware of the significance of the necklace as it weighed on her, especially with her standing before the princess. What would she say? Especially Lady Rosamonda, who never saw any goodness in her.
"I was wondering when he would finally give it to you. It took him forever to do so," Sarah murmured as she took another sip of her wine. "It looks lovely on you, and no one else would have worn it like you do except for you alone. Congratulations to you both."
Perdita's brows squinted in surprise at the words of the princess. Of all those she had encountered in the castle, she hadn't expected her to accept her or offer such kind words.
