[Lavinia's POV — Carriage Ride Back to the Palace—Evening]
The carriage rattled down the stone path, the sunset bleeding gold and crimson across the sky—which was very poetic, considering my soul was currently bleeding rage.
Marshi was sitting beside me, tail tucked, staring up with that you-overreacted-again face of his. "Don't look at me like that," I muttered, crossing my arms. "He said he'd die for me. Die. Who says that? What kind of romantic idiot thinks that's sweet?"
Marshi tilted his head.
"Exactly," I huffed, crossing my arms. "He's lucky I didn't throw the entire tea table at his face."
Sera, sitting primly across from me, folded her arms and tried—really tried—not to laugh. "You did throw a chair, Your Highness."
"I gently shoved it with emotional intensity."
"Across the room."
I squinted at her. "Whose side are you on?"
"Logic," she said calmly. "And perhaps Lord Osric's. A little."
