Third Person's POV
The door burst open so hard it slammed against the wall, shaking the whole room.
A woman stood there, breathing fast, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes were wild with fear and anger.
“You’ve gone too far,” she shouted. “Why did you try to kill the King’s brother?!”
The woman at the vanity didn’t move at first. She just turned her head, slow, deliberate. Green eyes glinted in the light, cold and sharp as broken glass. A smile tugged at her lips, small, cruel, perfect.
She set the silver hairbrush down. The sound echoed louder than the gunshot that had ripped through the morning.
“What’s more entertaining,” she said, voice soft and poisonous all at once, “than watching one brother bleed out in the arms of the other? Knowing they hated each other for years. Know
