Chapter Four
When had his sister grown so cold? Alex sat on his throne in a perfectly fitted leather tunic. Silver rings were sewn along the collar and his crown sat nestled in his hair. He looked like a king. Good men might not be meant for ruling, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do his duty. He didn’t consider himself a good man. Etta didn’t think him true.
He shook his head. Today was not about Persinette Basile. It was about Gaule and the kind of kingdom he wanted to create.
He gave his sister a hard look, and she stared back unblinkingly.
“Kneel.” His voice reverberated around the room. There was always a crowd when he handed out judgments. Their curiosity irritated him, but he had no eyes for anyone but his sister. She was the last sibling he had in Gaule, but that wouldn’t save
