"Please, Lady Rhosyn, I am begging you." The older woman knelt and pressed her forehead to the ground before me. "Do whatever you can to save my daughters from the same fate as their father."
Clenching my dress, I stared at the back of her head. To bow so far for someone below your own status was a sign of the utmost respect. Or desperation. I knew the marchioness to be a proud woman, one who would bow her head to few. She was a woman I'd respected for as long as I could remember. And if she truly had been watching over my brother and I all these years, I owed her this small kindness. But treason was the worst crime to commit. Even I could only do so much.
"I will do what I can. I will speak to Prince Rylan and His Majesty when he returns," I conceded, standing and offering the mar
