[ Haelyn ]
“Arrgh! That witch!”
I scream and sweep my arm across the dresser. Bottles crash and glasses shatter. Perfume, makeup, vases, everything hits the floor and explodes into pieces.
My body shakes with rage, my chest burning.
Behind me, my maids flinch and step back, their fear thick in the air.
My eyes sting, red-hot and glistening.
That filthy little thing. That skinny, half-starved nobody!
How did she do it?
How did she get Raegon to look at her? To keep her? To choose her?!
It makes no sense.
For hundreds of years after the death of Raegon’s mate, everyone has known that he does not desire women anymore. He barely even hired pleasure mistresses to quench his s****l hunger. He kept to himself.
In all the selections, he showed no interest. None. And when the rumors
