Forty-two: A plan

Tatiana.

"My Princess, you've received flowers again."

A cold shiver runs down my spine when Joane enters my room and says this.

I look at her through the mirror from where I'm seated at the vanity table, my heart sinking when I see the purple posies I've been receiving since I came back here.

"Joane, I told you to throw or burn these things when they get delivered," I say, lightly scolding her and she pouts, looking down at the flowers.

"They are so pretty. I couldn't bear to throw them."

I sigh, shaking my head. For some reason, the sight of these flowers makes goosebumps appear on my skin. It reminds me of that chilling note I found on my bedside table three days ago. Until now, I don't know who sent it and no one saw anyone enter the castle.

I don't feel safe here and I miss Roy. My heart squeezes painfully at the thought of him. I've been waiting for him to magically show up in front of me but he's nowhere to be seen. I'm kind of disappointed. Am I not that importa