Rivulets of sweat rolled from Amy's face down to her neck as King Henri's words reverberated inside her skull.
WHO ARE YOU?
The words were both a question and an accusation. Her worst nightmare had finally materialized in reality. She knew that Henri wouldn't ask if he was just suspicious. She'd been pretending to be the Duchess for a long while. Amy was certain that Henri knew. She just wasn't sure how.
Color fled from her face as she stared at the blade pointed to her throat. She had seen the King's wrath before, but this was different. He didn't look angry. He looked broken. What shall I do? she wondered, feeling something c***k inside her chest. Swallowing hard she pushed words out of her trembling lips. "Henri..." she tried to say more, but his name was the only thing she came up
