I study her. The possessive way she’s talking about my mate makes me wonder if there’s more between them than just loyalty. Not that I’m going to voice my concerns.
When I don’t react, she frowns. “What, you’re not going to say anything?”
“You’ve made your position clear. Would you like me to say something?” I ask politely.
She walks over to me, grabs my chin, and lifts my head. “I’ve met the real Princess Vivian, you know. You don’t do her justice.”
This makes me smile, amusement a flitting emotion. I gently remove her hand. “There were several occasions when I stood in front of the king of the East and he was not able to distinguish between his daughter and me. You don’t like me, and I understand that. You don’t need to say anything further. I understand my position in this kingdom q
