Chapter11:

Kit glanced around, but there was no clock here. She didn’t question how Avinia knew; her cousin was almost always aware of the time somehow. It was one of her many gifts. “Very well,” the princess said with a nod. “Thank you, ladies, for your lessons. I shall consider them.” “You shall choose one of these grown men and invite him into your chambers in the next few days,” Isla said, her assertiveness a rarity and nearly foreign to Kit. “Otherwise, I shall not be around to hear what happens,” she said in a quiet whisper, next to the princess’s ear. Kit giggled. Whether or not she’d repeat what transpired in her private chambers to her cousins was another matter to consider entirely, but it was nice to know they were excited about her journey. She only hoped she could find that excitement herself soon. So far, there had been nothing but butterflies of the trepidatious variety. The three of them walked along in silence to Kit’s chambers, and once they were inside, the cousins went about r