Lyanna's POV
When I was thirteen, I severed a girl's arm, plucked out her tongue so she would never be able to confess. Then I pushed her into the river, hoping she'd drown but to my disdain, she never did. But neither was she able to pin the blame on me for her misfortune, and so her parents ruled it an unfortunate incident. They moved away from the kingdom to avoid further mishaps, while I was crowned the fairest maiden in the land, with no rivalry.
Things always went my way. And when they did not, I made them. There was nothing I set my heart on that I didn't get, and no one who stood in my way that I didn't get rid of—until she came along.
I opened my mouth, a scream tearing from my throat as I picked up the jewelry box and threw it to the ground. It landed against the marble floor,
