Katie Pullman, a chronically ill girl who spends her life immersed in fiction, suddenly finds herself inside a novel she has read. Thrown right into the thick of things, she desperately tries to keep the plot intact but happy endings aren't always as they seem... *Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*
Abby was embarrassed about how she had cried in Blaise's arms. They didn't have the kind of relationship where they were close enough to do that but he had diligently attempted to comfort her because he saw she was upset.
His attempts were clumsy and it was obvious he had little to do experience dealing with crying people but it still warmed her heart a little. He was trying so hard it was cute.
Cute? Did she really just use that word to describe her self-appointed bodyguard? Blaise wasn't cute at all. He was handsome, a bit threatening, like a living statue at times but definitely not cute.
Except he kind of was when he was flustered. It proved he was human.
At the queen's request they joined the royal family for dinner and stayed the night in two of the many, many guest rooms in the palace. The king was still very confused and eyed Abby with mistrust during dinner.