Book 1: The Nice One

Ainslee

“Why are you in my room?” I try not to sound rude, but where I come from, a person doesn’t just invite herself into someone else’s home, and this is the closest I have to that at the moment.

Princess Sophia turns to look at me. “Beg your pardon, Princess Ainslee. Zoey let me in. I didn’t think you’d mind.” Her smile is pleasant, and I recall that she is the one that helped Rafe with all of my clothes. Maybe she’s not mean like her sister.

“It’s all right,” I decide, crossing to the windows. I sit in a chair near where she’s standing and offer her the other. “How can I help you?” I’m on edge still, just in case.

Sophia spreads her long red skirt out as she takes a seat. Her alabaster skin glimmers in the morning light filtering in through the thin lace curtains Zoey has left covering the window, the thicker green ones framing our view out to the garden. “I just wanted to check on you, to see how you’re getting along. None of this can b