Whispers of the Sapphire Crown

Previously

…In her haste, as she’d stumbled down the last few steps of the grand staircase, one of her silver slippers had slipped off. She didn’t dare stop to retrieve it. It lay there, a small, gleaming testament to her brief, magical night, a silent promise of a mystery yet to be solved. Anya, breathless and exhilarated, sank back against the carriage seat, the scent of lavender and woodsmoke, and the memory of a Prince’s warm gaze, filling her senses.