Chapter Sixteen
None of them knew. It was one of the first things Helena realized about the servants and advisors who walked the palace grounds. No one told them she was missing or that her own father allowed the priests to imprison her.
If they saw the scene days ago outside the front steps, they wouldn’t have recognized her. Except for a few loyal servants allowed into the royal family’s wing, they had never seen her face.
So, when she walked by and they bowed with a formal “princess” all she could do was act as if none of it had happened; as if she hadn’t lost faith in everything Madra stood for. Laws that resulted in the kind of pain she’d seen in the priests’ hole were laws that didn’t need to be cemented into the kingdom’s sacred traditions. They need to be ripped apart at the sea
