Who would have thought that spending a night in a cell could turn out to be a blessing in disguise?
Just yesterday, she had been dragged through the streets like a criminal over a stolen bun, and now she was leaving the palace with enough money to keep them fed for some time. It still felt unreal to Rosalind.
For the first time since arriving in Merovia, relief loosened something inside her chest. She could finally buy anything without counting every coin over and over again. Her mother could continue taking her medicine, and maybe Mallory would stop looking at her like everything was falling apart.
Rosalind smiled to herself as she hurried back toward the house, already imagining how shocked they would be when she returned carrying two bags filled with food, and despite everything, she still had enough coins left.
