CHAPTER 32 —Elizabeth’s Truth
Peter
My mother liked her mornings untouched and undisturbed by anything or anyone, especially by me. But the discovery I just made couldn't wait, I needed answers immediately.
The dining hall doors were already open when I approached, and the scent of buttered bread, spiced tea, and honeyed fruit drifted down the corridor in a warm welcome. Silver platters gleamed beneath the chandeliers.
Sunlight poured through the tall windows, catching on polished marble and casting the entire room in gold. At the center of it all sat Elizabeth Stormbringer, draped in deep emerald silk, her posture perfect, her chin lifted, her hair swept into an immaculate coil at the back of her head.
Her breakfast spread was excessive, fresh berries in crystal bowls, layered past
