The rest of the funeral passes as I try to battle my thoughts. I don’t want Alexanne to be the murderer. She’s my last sister. My last ally. She couldn’t have been against me this entire time.
Besides, she’s always been the quiet, obedient one. No matter what William command, she always followed it with a polite curtsy. She never spoke to loud or push her opinion at anyone. How could she have killed four people?
Desperation.
Maybe the contest means more to her than I suspected. Maybe becoming queen is all she’s ever cared about. Maybe everyone else was simply obstacles in the way.
Alexanne rises besides me. The service is over. I numbly follow William out of the cathedral, down to the mausoleum below the church.
I trail behind, my eyes wandering over the headstones and plaques of my a
