Phillip glanced toward the woods. “Until I came here, I had stopped believing in faeries at all.” Then he turned back to her with a smile. “Everything new is hard. But you have a way of making people listen. You’ll convince them.”

She shook her head at his kind words, but they made her feel better. “I hope so. And since I am so convincing, maybe I can convince you not to cheat at a game of moonlight loggets.”

“It’s impossible to cheat at throwing sticks!” he exclaimed, although he was already looking around for the best fallen branch to grab.

“We shall see,” she promised, snatching the stick he’d been eyeing.

That led to a mad laughing scramble. Phillip tried to yank the stick out of Aurora’s hands. Aurora tugged back. But then the stick broke and she landed on the ground.

Phillip looked horrified. “Your pardon,” he said, reaching down a hand. “My behavior was most ungentlemanly.”

Standing, Aurora dusted off her brocade robe. She felt foolish.

She wanted to tease him. She wanted him to laugh again. She wanted to remind him that they were friends, and friends were allowed to be silly with each other, even if one of them was a queen and the other a prince.

But looking into his eyes, she couldn’t find the right words.

“Let me walk you back to the palace,” he said, offering her his arm and a slightly uncertain smile. “And as a sign of my contrition, I will attempt not to steer you into a ditch.”

“Perhaps I should be the one to steer,” Aurora said lightly.

“Without a doubt,” Phillip returned.

Too early, the curtains were parted and sunlight streamed in. Aurora groaned and tried to bury her head beneath her pillows.

Her chambermaid, Marjory, set down a tray on the end of the bed. Tea, bread and butter, and quince jam.

“Though it’s very improper, your advisor insisted I tell you he would like an audience as soon as you were up,” the girl said, turning to shake out a dress of celery green.

“What do you suppose he wants?” Aurora asked, pushing herself into a sitting position. She took the warm cup and brought it to her lips. Despite having lived in the castle for months, she refused to ignore her servants as the other nobles told her was proper. Her father had been a servant in the castle before he was king, and for all his faults, Aurora felt his rise ought to have proven that no one should be overlooked. “Sit with me. Eat some bread and jam.”

Marjory sat readily, but she didn’t appear to be her usual cheerful self. She was a redhead with very pale freckled skin that grew flushed and blotchy when something upset her, as it apparently had. “Some of the townsfolk have been waiting to see you. Lord Ortolan tried to send them away, but they refuse to go.”