AMARIS’S POV
Her tone was syrupy—honeyed—yet there was nothing sweet about it. Only a mocking bite that left her last words—my highness—feeling more like a slap to the face.
Of course, if there was ever a person who could make the kindest of words sour, it had to be Vera Velora.
“Please.” A sharp snort slipped past my lips as I dragged my gaze away from her malicious ones. “Since when has seeing me ever been a pleasure?”
Though my voice was small, whispered with just a fracture of acid, it did well to mask the tremor in my bones—the irrational fear that Vera always managed to stir in me.
She breathed out a light, airy laugh, covering her mouth in that poised, ladylike manner.
“I guess I really am a terrible actress,” she hummed. “You’re right. The sight of your ugly face makes me sic
