Giselle beelined to the royal chambers immediately the shackles fell from her wrists. She knew how she must look—unkempt, disheveled and tired but only one thing pressed on her mind constantly for the past three hellish days.
Word of her release spread faster than wildfire through the palace, even faster than she left the courtroom. By the time the guards escorted her out, every corridor was buzzing with whispers. Servants and nobles alike ducked out of sight when she passed. Some bowed their heads as if in apology, barely meeting her eyes. She didn't stop to acknowledge any of it.
Her only thought was of him.
