~Storme~
The moment I stepped out of the women’s only hall, I knew that something was off. There was a strange heat crawling up my skin, a bad sensation that had nothing to do with the mourning ritual, or Karen’s fake display of grief.
It was the way she had insisted on serving refreshments even when it wasn’t the rule of the kingdom. It had been suspicious, but I had played along, watching her just as she watched me.
“I should have refused to drink that beverage,” I muttered, “What if it was poisoned?”
But I felt fine. Besides, Grace wouldn’t let me take anything that would be harmful to me. That thought alone calmed me down.
A small part of me wanted to believe that Karen was just a desperate fiancée trying to reclaim a man who had never been hers to begin with. It could be that, or
