Heather's POV
My cheeks burned with humiliation as I slammed my bedroom door shut. Prince Keith's words were so condensing and dismissive, I still couldn't believe what had made him think of all that, how could he think I had a purpose or I was happy with the fact that Nyles was sent out of the palaces Was that what he thought this was? I was just trying to be decent, especially after... well, after the drunken disaster. I had tried to forget about it, pushed it to the back of my mind, but his coldness made the awkwardness resurface.
I needed a distraction, something to pull me out of this swirling vortex of confusion and hurt pride. My gaze landed on the book I had pilfered from the palace library a few days ago, still remembering it contains the details of the history of Dovontae's mo
