*Saoirse*
I clutched the note tightly in my hands, staring down at it with shock still etched across my face. The perky servant was looking at me with wide, excited eyes. I swallowed once before opening the envelope and pulling out a sheet of expensive parchment. The script was so neat that it could have only come from the sure-handed prince.
It read, “Miss Saoirse, I hope that you are well. I regret to inform you that we were not able to recover all of your belongings. I hope that the replacement clothes will suffice for the duration of your stay. Please alert me or any of the staff members if this is not the case.
“It is understandable that after the ordeal you’ve experienced, you must have been feeling far too shaken to leave your room. While I do wish for you to be rested, I did not wish for you to go hungry. Sincerely, Prince Rhys.”
