“Shouldn’t I wear something…like your dress?” The princess wore a deep green dress that covered her from neck to toe. Tan thread formed a pattern of intricate leaves on her tight sleeves and bodice. Although elegant, it managed to convey Nara’s fierce side.

Nara rested a hand on Reid’s shoulder. “You look like a woman, you look like a princess, and you look desirable. That, my dear, is what you must convey. We are announcing your engagement to my son. He is the most sought-after man in Axian. He is not only a prince, but also the commander of the army here. You must rise to the occasion and match him.” She released Reid. “Let’s go.”

“No necklace?” Reid reached up, feeling her bare neck. She couldn’t help but notice her cleavage.

“No jewelry.” Nara opened the door, waiting for Reid to join her. “I think you look more appealing that way.”

Taking a deep breath, Reid steeled her resolve and joined Nara. They went downstairs to a room off the great hall. Nara instructed Reid to wait there, wanting her to remain out of sight until the announcement.

As Reid sat there, she thought about her father’s letter. He’d apologized for organizing everything behind her back, informing her he’d written to Henrick and arranged the marriage before the king had. Also, he’d said they needed this union—that everything would work out in the end. After he wished her luck, he’d ended with a promise to be there on her wedding day.

A soldier entered the room. “Lady Reid.” He bowed. “I’m to escort you to where the announcement is being made.”

“Isn’t it happening in the great hall?” she asked as she followed him through the palace.

“The celebration will be in the great hall, but a platform has been erected on the lawn so the announcement can be made to the people of the city.” They stopped at the front door.

How many people were out there? Did they expect Reid to speak? Why hadn’t Nara mentioned this part to her earlier?

Someone knocked on the door.

“That’s our cue,” the soldier said. “Let’s go.” He opened the door, motioning for Reid to step outside.

The sky was dark, matching the color of Reid’s dress. Evenly spaced throughout the front lawn and along the exterior of the palace were hundreds of torches, which provided soft illumination. The platform was about fifty feet away. All four members of the royal family stood atop it. They faced the crowd, their backs to Reid.