As Solara made it back to the palace, she carried a couple wicker baskets in her hands. The servant that met her at the front door ordered a maid to help her carry it to her room. The maid took one look at her and gasped.

“Miss Solara! How unlady-like. You have gone and cut your hair. The king will not be happy about this.”

Solara raised an eyebrow. “I doubt he will care much. He only sees me at meals and rarely allows me to attend any social events. Besides, it will grow out again. Do not worry too much, Annabelle.”

The maid was weary but she nodded. “Of course. I hope you are ready for the celebration tomorrow.”

Solara paused. “Celebration? I did not hear of a celebration.”

Annabelle stopped and turned to her. “Oh, right. You have just arrived back. They had sent a messenger to tell us to ready the ballroom. They have decided to push the wedding up to a week from tomorrow.”

Michael was getting married in a weeks time… There was nothing she could do now. “The king has invited me to come to the celebration?” That was a shocking revelation. He was ashamed of her living in his kingdom.

“No, it was the prince. He has invited you. The king could not say no.” Ah, that made more sense… Michael would want her to be there.

“I will be ready. Thank you, Annabelle. I can get to my room myself now.” She reached a hand out for her baskets.

“Yes, my lady.” She handed her the baskets and went about her duties to set up the castle. There wasn’t much time for such a short notice.

Solara made it back to her room and set her baskets down. Why was the date pushed up so early? Did she have another motive for the marriage? No, she couldn’t judge the woman yet. She hadn’t even met her. She’d figure it out one way or another… For now, she had to get dressed. She was glad she bought a few new items. She wanted to look her best for the party.