Epilogue
Helena stood in front of a portrait of her mother. Chloe Rhodipus looked radiant on the day of her coronation. Her marriage and coronation took place on the same day. It had been a marriage of alliance like Stev’s would have been to Camille.
Camille stood beside her in an understated, yet elegant yellow gown. “Only months ago, this was supposed to be me.” She gave Helena a sideways smile and leaned heavily on her cane. “If Cole hadn’t betrayed the crown, I’d have married Stev and become queen of Madra.”
Helena flinched at the reminder of the one brother who wasn’t there for the biggest day of her life. In the weeks following his death, she’d tried to forgive him, to put aside her anger, but that meant letting the sadness inside.
What would her mother think of her on this da
