Lady Margaret’s POV
I swept into my private chambers, the heavy door clicking shut behind me like the closing of a trap.
The fire in the hearth crackled low, casting long shadows across the velvet drapes and gilded mirrors. I paused before the largest one, studying my reflection with cold satisfaction.
Still beautiful. Still deadly. Still very much strong.
The years had been kind…my skin smooth, my curves lush, my eyes sharp enough to cut glass.
Men had always fallen at my feet, and tonight would be no different. Philip was young, hungry, easy prey. A few whispered promises, a flash of skin, and he would spill everything that I want to know.
I moved to my vanity, fingers deft as I unpinned my hair, letting the gray waves cascade over my shoulders. A quick brush through the strands,
