Ch. 161: Champagne Problems

"How unexpected," I muse as Marie frantically tucks my blankets under my neck. It's swelteringly hot, my full-length nightgown and heavy covers at odds with the fine weather outside. "Let's see what she has to say."

Marie looks stunned. "You won't... reject her presence due to illness?"

Her confusion is valid. Due to Augustus and I being extremely familiar with each other, such an excuse would be as flimsy and ineffective as a straw house. However, for others whom I am less acquainted with, they would be forced to respect my request or risk being rumored to disturb the ill princess during her rest. There's an easy way out of this confrontation, but instead, I'm choosing to run into it head first.

I chuckle, casting a soft smile in the direction of my nursemaid. "Didn't I say that I was leaving running away in the past? Besides, there must be a reason for her to come and visit. There is always a reason with my mother."