Olive's POV
Spying on my father's spy? I've never heard anything more absurd. Keeping the spy incarcerated in the dungeon, or outrightly killing him was the easy way out. It'd save Orvyn the sweat of tending a venomous snake under his bed. His plan sounded so unrealistic in every sense and I would have none of it.
"Orvyn,if you want my honest opinion on this matter, I'll tell you to your face that this plan is bullshit." I folded my arms across my chest. "My father is a vicious man. He'd stop at nothing to get what he wants. This spy is bad news. Aren't you seeing that?!" I brushed past him and sat at the edge of the bed beside the stool that still had remnants of my breakfast on it.
The aroma of the pork and brown bread swam into my nostrils invitingly, but Orvyn was driving me crazy w
