Elaria's blood ran cold. She knew that name. She'd heard it once, years ago, in a conversation she wasn't supposed to overhear.
"Mother," she said slowly. "Who was your personal advisor when you were pregnant with me and my sister?"
Queen Lyra's face went pale. "Lady Selene's mother. Lady Margot. She was my closest confidante. She helped me through the entire pregnancy."
"And she had silver jewelry. Always wore it. Called herself the Silver Voice in court circles because she was so persuasive." Elaria stood abruptly. "She knew you were carrying twins. She knew one was void-marked. And she told the physician."
"But why?" Lyra asked, confused. "Margot was my friend. She had no reason to hurt me or my children."
"Didn't she? Her daughter was supposed to marry into Northern royalty. Was s
