Astrid's POV
As soon as we neared our tent, the anger in my chest boiled over. I didn’t wait and turned to face Lucien.
“This is a joke,” I spat. “Did you see what just happened in there? Did you see how he gave her command? Like she earned it?”
Lucien didn’t answer right away. He just adjusted the strap of his armour and kept walking. Calm, silent, pretending like it didn’t bother him. But I wasn’t going to be ignored.
“She doesn’t deserve that rank! She didn’t fight for it. She didn’t struggle for it. All she ever had was her name, her stupid famous name.”
“Astrid,” he finally said, voice low but warning, “keep your voice down.”
“No,” I shouted, grabbing his arm to stop him. “You saw what she did. She stood there like a queen. Like she was better than the rest of us. Just because
