CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Kate made her way through the palace, dragging Angelica with her. The noblewoman didn’t resist, perhaps because she’d guessed all the things that Kate might do if Angelica gave her any kind of excuse. The palace was almost as quiet, and probably for many of the same reasons: the presence of the army imposed a kind of order on it, even as it made it impossible for the normal business of the day to continue.
“This way,” Kate said, sensing her sister’s presence ahead.
“The great hall,” Angelica said beside her. “What a perfect spot for a usurper. I wonder, will she be a tyrant too?”
“Be quiet,” Kate snapped, pulling Angelica into a room that looked large enough that they could have used it for a drill square if they’d wanted to. There were probably enough soldiers in
