“But that’s not who I am.”

“I know that. However, the truth is too complicated to explain. I need you to play the part, at least until everything is sorted out.” Nara moved away from the window, her smile kind. “Besides, the people want a fairy-tale romance. They weren’t given that when I married Henrick, so I intend to give it to them with you.”

Nara wasn’t the one who had to wear the dumb dress. Reid muttered, “Fine.”

“I expected more of a fight from you.”

“I’m too hungry to argue. I just traveled from the City of Buckley while wearing two dresses. At the same time. What’s one more?”

Nara chuckled. “I’ll meet you in our family’s private dining room,” she said before exiting the bedchamber.

Joce returned, once again picking up the pale purple dress. Without arguing, Reid accepted her help putting it on. After Joce tied the back, she combed and braided Reid’s hair. There was a vanity in the corner—somehow, Reid hadn’t noticed the vile thing until now—so she sat there while Joce applied dusting powder to her face.

Once Joce deemed Reid presentable, she led her from the suite, down the hall, and to the first floor. She pushed open a door, ushering Reid into a quaint room that contained only a long table and a few chairs.

Nara waited for Reid, already seated. “This is where the family eats,” she explained.

Joce went over to the corner and rang a bell before she exited, leaving the two women alone.

A servant entered, carrying several plates of food. She set the plates on the table and left.

Reid sat across from Nara, observing her meal options.

“Have whatever you like,” Nara said.

Reid grabbed two pieces of bread, a bowl of oatmeal, and an apple. Her stomach growled. Taking a large bite of bread, she moaned. It was still warm.

Nara chuckled. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were hungry.”

The door flew open. Dexter entered the room, dressed in gray trousers and a loose tunic. He’d only taken three steps when he froze, his focus zeroing in on Reid. “What are you doing in here?”

“Son, that is hardly the way to treat your fiancée.”

Glaring at Reid, he sat next to Nara. He’d pulled his hair back at the base of his neck, emphasizing his strong jawline. “Actually, Mother, why don’t you explain why you and Father agreed to this marriage in the first place?” Still scowling, he piled food on his plate.

Reid took a bite of her oatmeal, wanting to hear the answer but not wanting to have to partake in the conversation.

“You know your father received a request from the king.”

“He just wants a spy embedded in the palace.” Dexter piled more food on his plate.

“Yes, I agree. But there’s more to it than that.”