nna

red from the stairwell. Steam still rose from his bare, scar-l

a wounded sparrow, her small hands clutching despera

hates me. She told me to leave the fortress

past her sobbing form, his cold gaze pinning me ag

t the corners of my mouth. "Hating her? Your Highness overestimat

eir tracks along the lower gallery, whispering among t

e. "I know my blood is low... I know I am not worthy of this grand fortress...

like a frozen blade. "You love to preach about your low status,

g the stone steps. Each step of my heavy leathe

en's wheelchair, my eyes dropping t

mon blood," I said, my voice dropping into a deadly, r

tear-stained face filled with absolute disbelief, as if

he stammered, looking u

headrest, his icy blue eyes fixed entirely on me, watchin

get to teach you palace law? I am the Seventh Princess, granted to this pack by the decr

ite. "Brother Kellen told me years ago...

on without a shred of mercy. "Today, this fortress has a t

g air. Though masked by the herbal scent of crushed weeds, the pure, suffocati

ead," I commanded, each syllabl

ooked up at Kellen again, her eyes begging him to

is lack of intervention was an unspo

ountdown, my amber eye

white as she dug her fin

ing down at the crown of her head like

ne

ically force her skull into the st

orehead flat against the freezing cobblestones.

ings..

ling neck with cold indifference. "Lou

burning with absolute, murderous hatred, befo

r glance. Turning my eyes toward Kellen

es satisfactory t