Emily
“What if the Alpha King actually likes her?” Anna said, her eyes fixed on me with something ugly in them. “Once she’s cleaned up, she looks just like her mother. And we all know how beautiful her mother was.”
The room went quiet for a moment.
Then my father laughed. “Anna.” He shook his head. “We are talking about a king who has killed nine queens. Nine. What makes you think Emily will be any different?”
“I know.” Anna’s jaw tightened. “But what if—”
“She won’t survive her first night,” he said flatly. “She’s going there to die. That’s the point.”
Anna stared at me for a long moment. She walked toward me slowly.
“Emily, darling,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “You should be grateful. We’re sending you as a queen. That’s more than a slave deserves, isn’t it
