[Lavinia's POV—Night Before the Hunting Festival]
The hunting festival was tomorrow. The nobles had arrived, the servants were running around like bees in spring, and me?
"I… really… cannot… do this, Nanny!"
Nanny looked down at me, then at the poor handkerchief I was murdering with my needle. "Princess, it's a long-standing custom," she sighed. "Every lady must gift an embroidered handkerchief to her chosen one and the family member before the hunt."
I groaned, flopping dramatically onto the desk. "Ugh, you should've taught me this when I was a kid! Now it's like teaching a dragon to knit!"
Her eyes narrowed. "You will finish it, no matter what you say."
Wow. Look at her—sulking like I just embarrassed her in front of the embroidery gods.
I picked up the needle again and stared at my creation.
SHABBY!!
DISGUSTING!!!
If I gave this to Papa or Osric, they'd probably puke before thanking me.
