Princess of Glass - Jessica Day George [79]
Christian joined her, smashing at the walls with the hilt of his long knife. Together they moved on and on through an endless chain of glass rooms until suddenly, screaming, Poppy smashed through a wall of sapphire glass and they found themselves tumbling onto the hearth rug of the Seadowns’ parlor. Someone snatched Poppy by the shoulders, and Christian cried out and reached for her as she thrashed and cursed.
“Poppy! Stop that! It’s me, Rose!”
And Poppy collapsed into her sister’s arms and burst into tears.
Betrothed
Poppy was mortally embarrassed to be crying in front of everyone, but they were free of the Corley and Rose and Galen had come and she just couldn’t stop herself. She threw her arms around her oldest sister and blubbered like a three-year-old until Rose finally sat her on a sofa and told her sternly to calm down.
“It’s over, isn’t it?” Poppy asked, hiccupping.
“Of course it is,” Rose soothed her.
“I suppose some explanations all around might be in order,” Lord Richard said.
“And tea,” said Lady Margaret. She gave the bell-pull a firm yank.
A maid put her head into the room immediately, her face all curiosity. “Ma’am?”
“Tea, sandwiches, cakes, whatever Cook can provide,” Lady Margaret said.
“Perhaps we should start with introductions,” Lord Richard said, smiling slightly despite the severe look in his eyes.
Poppy rallied and introduced Rose and Galen, since she was the only person in the room who knew who they were. This caused a great deal of excitement, and a lot of hugging, as Lady Margaret and Marianne immediately threw themselves at Rose, whom they knew only through letters, while Galen shook hands all around and gave Poppy a rib-cracking hug.
Then she told her side of what had happened, feeling quite limp by the end of the narrative.
By the time she was done, Marianne and Eleanora were in tears and the maids had brought in the trays and been dismissed. Christian set a plate of sandwiches and cakes in Poppy’s lap and insisted with great concern that she eat.
“I will if you will,” she said, and he sat at her feet and helped himself to his own plateful.
Rose raised her eyebrows at this, but Poppy refused to be baited. Not right now, at least.
“We got your letter, Poppy,” Galen said.
“Which one?”
His strong-jawed face cracked with amusement. “The first one, I suppose. And we immediately sent to Walter for advice. He didn’t like the sound of it, either, not the dreams nor any of your uneasy feelings.
“We wrote to Prince Christian as well,” Galen said, frowning. “Trying to warn him, because we knew if it was the Corley, she might set her sights on another Dane prince. But we never got an answer.”
Christian turned bright red, and muttered something about Lady Ella, and feeling like a fool.
Galen gave him a coolly appraising look and then looked to Poppy. She felt herself blushing, and raised her chin.
“My feet!” Eleanora sat bolt upright and raised her skirts to her knees. “My feet!”
Poppy’s heart lurched, and she wondered if the other girl’s glass feet had cracked or something equally horrible. Then she saw that Eleanora was beaming and wiggling her toes.
“They’re healed,” she sobbed. “Does this mean—am I—are we all free of the Corley?” With one hand she stroked at her feet, and with the other she clutched at Roger as though she were drowning.
Poppy felt a pang of jealousy at the raw emotion on Roger’s normally reserved face. Then she felt the weight of Christian’s head on her own knee, and stroked his hair.
“Yes,” Galen said. “You are free of the Corley. All the bargains that have been made with her are now void. Walter and I will consult with some of the Bretoner mages to do what we can to seal her in her realm forever.”
“Which means, my dear, that no one can stop me from providing you with a home,” Lord Richard said to Eleanora. He, too, took in her continued close