“Edmund,” Orlo demanded. “This girl says she is the princess. Tell us she lies.”
Edmund fixed Helena with a stare, and she didn’t know what it meant. These were his people. Surely it was time for them to know. She met his gaze, refusing to back down.
Finally, he scrubbed a hand across his face. “It’s her.”
Silence followed his statement.
Catsja laughed, bending forward to slap her leg. “Of course she is. This is just b****y perfect.” When she smiled, Helena stood mesmerized. The woman had an unusual beauty. Her laugh cut off, and she straightened, all humor gone from her face. “Here’s how it is, Princess. We fight to keep the little we have from being taken, to keep our kingdom safe. We do not fight for the Rhodipus name. As far as we’re concerned, your father was no better than this
