Alex had no words.
Betrayal burned through him. “You can’t take my throne. I am the rightful heir.”
Her icy gaze flew over the rest of the council, her face set in grim determination. “Actually, your Majesty, we can.”
She gestured to a guard who stood by the wall. He opened the door, and a servant walked in, handed a rolled parchment to the duchess, and left.
She unrolled it slowly.
“I hold in my hand a declaration of transfer, signed by all members of this council save one.” Her eyes flicked to Catrine who had a disturbed grimace on her face.
The moment rushed by, happening too quickly for Alex to fully grasp it. They were taking his throne.
And he knew, this was the reason his father stripped them of power. They could have destroyed him.
One of the few allies he thought he’d had
