"I believe Prince Wolfe can speak for himself." Sorrel seethed as she bowed her head.
"Aye." He said narrowing his eye. "And I would not accept your hand even if I could." He growled, her face turned pale as he stepped toward her, she stepped back in fear. "And that is why." She chuckled nervously before looking at her parents for help. "Doesn't matter though." Aspen continued. "I've already accepted the hand of another and we were wed two nights ago." Sorrel's eyes widened as he moved so he was standing behind me, his right hand on my hip pulling my back against his chest.
"You said you were his sister!" She said in exasperation.
"That is not true, you assumed I was his sister. You said you were unaware King Tyson and Queen Reymira had a daughter. I said you wouldn't know of me. I nev
