“Very well,” the first guard says. “Follow me.” “Really?” I say, hardly daring to believe my luck. This still doesn’t guarantee Cyan will see me, but at least it’s progress. “I mean… yes, okay. Good. Take me to your king.” I throw my shoulders back again, trying to pretend I belong here. He starts to roll his eyes but catches himself like the well-trained soldier he is.
LMAO ok girl
