Alaric’s POV
They were lying, both of them, I just know it.
My wife and her so-called foster sister, they were lying, they were weaving truths into lies and hurling them straight into the heart of my court. In my home.
I didn’t speak as the King smiled at Amara like she was some long-lost savior of our bloodline. I didn’t move when he praised her blood match. I didn’t even flinch when Elaria’s face collapsed in disbelief and betrayal. No. I sat there, a statue carved from ice, every muscle inside me trembling with the fury boiling beneath the surface.
Because I knew. . .I knew. . . this wasn’t a coincidence. There was no way this wasn't planned beforehand.
Because how did Amara get here so fast? How did she know exactly when to appear?
How did she come here with documents and answe
