“Yes,” I gasp. “For the last two weeks, I’ve worn a glamour that makes me look like Princess Maisie. We had a bargain. She asked me to impersonate her.” Everything comes out in a rush, and I know it’s the queen’s magic that compels me. Still, I maintain a sliver of free will, and with that I avoid revealing too much—particularly
That’s not everything. You failed to mentioned that he’s known from day 1. You idiot.
