Nyssa’s eyes blazed with scalding, wild intensity, pupils narrowed to furious slits as she listened to her spy’s hushed report as she paced about.
“My lady, the word around his circle is that he may accept Princess Maeve’s proposal, especially since the agreement will help mend relations with the Bluestones and the Sorgales.”
“Get out—”
“But mistress—”
“I said get out!” Her scream tore through the chamber, raw and jagged, making the cloaked stranger flinch and bow hastily before fleeing.
Alone now, Nyssa spiraled into a frenzy of rage and gnawing doubt. Syzar’s loyalty felt like sand slipping through her fingers; she was being pushed aside, relegated to the shadows after everything she had orchestrated.
“No, this can’t be…” After all her meticulous work—after poisoning his mind agai
