Sofia’s POV
The color completely drained from Francisca's face.
Defeated, terrified, and backed into a corner, she had no choice. She slowly nodded her head, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Good girl," I smiled, letting go of her chin and gently patting her cheek. "Now, go wash your face. You have a very important job tonight."
Francisca practically ran down the hallway, terrified out of her mind.
I stood alone in the corridor, a dark, victorious laugh escaping my lips as I smoothed my dress one last time.
Katherine thought she was so clever, smiling at Nikolai at the breakfast table.
But tonight, she would be branded a traitor. She would be humiliated, stripped of her title, and banished into the wilderness to die.
Let’s see how you’re going to survive tonight, sister…
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