Chapter Three
Stev barely spoke on the ride through the streets and up the hill where the palace sat nestled among high columns separating it from the surrounding city. There would be no secret tunnels this time. The guards and servant busybodies would have the perfect view of the crown prince dragging a young boy into the palace. Only, she wasn’t a young boy.
She was the princess.
But none of them knew her face. Maybe they’d assume it was Kassander who’d run off and the rumors would spread.
She fidgeted in the carriage as the door opened. Stev climbed out and then held a hand up to help her.
She scanned the courtyard for any hint of the priesthood that controlled the lives of Madra’s royal family. Her fingers grasped Stev’s as if she’d fall apart without him. How was she supposed to
