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JARON'S POV
I braced myself for what I was going to say. I needed to apologize, even if I'd rather yank out my own teeth or be sentenced to Connor's whipping again.
I wasn't exactly sure why I was so mad. Sure, I knew that Imogen had been acting a little weird lately... but what I didn't know was why.
Maybe it was her refusal to tell me that had me all worked up. But either way, I flipped the coin over my knuckles in a rhythmic pattern, waiting for her to come in.
She came in wearing a long, emerald green dress, her silver crown resting on her servant's braid.
She wasn't a servant anymore; she was queen.
I pretended not to notice.
"Imogen, sorry for acting all weird today," I muttered.
"I'm sorry too," she said, just as quietly, her eyes cast downward, and I knew there was something she still wasn't telling me.
In time, she would tell me, I decided.
With a great effort, I said, "it's okay." To change the topic, I added, "we're having frumenty today for breakfast."
Imogen brightened up immediately. I knew that was her favourite.
Maybe she'd tell me tomorrow.
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THE FALSE PRINCE fan fiction: Spy
FanfictionImogen is involved in a plot far beyond her control Jaron doesn't know what to think about the oddities that have been happening at the castle.
