mall, silver-framed photograph of my brother Jonas and me. I thought of his leg, crippled in a "d
book on military strategy that I had been studying earlier. I opened it
k it for pain. For weakness. A fl
of reason. "Gemma, you can't blame me for this. You'
never met Archon Damien. Today was the
hink I'm a fool? I know it was you, years ago, who reported to the High Sovereign
e confusion breaking through my composure. "What
ou're always playing games. You were jealous of the attention Father gave him, s
d in a world of his own making, a world where I was a petty, mani
over me. I had wasted years
hink he will target? A minor noblewoman who allegedly forged a report, or the golden brother who stole his birthright, claimed his glory, and sits com
ntly in his cheek. He hated it when I us
," I said, my voice tired. "But
oman whose circle is responsible for my brother's ruin-a
er was an inconvenience. "That was Jonas's
laced with dragon's blood poison?
forbidden topic, one he never
ot here to argue about the past. I am asking
It is late, and this is my private sanctuary. Pleas
wounded anew. "Don't think I am desperate for you
perate for you," I replied,
titioning the High Sovereign for a
ing he held all the cards, that he was dictating the terms of my surre
"Gemma Leon, you belong to me! You will
he old wood groaned and a crack sp
s eyes burning with
fference. That apathy, I realized, was what drove hi
c entered his eyes. The fear of truly losing
he snarled. "I will show you th
out, slamming the door so hard
ding the edge of the
to do? With Lord Jonas injured, the House of Leon is already so vulnerable. If Archon
re. My gaze drifted toward the w
ke his vows the moment he brought that rebel into his
" I murmured to my
d. I needed to know the truth of th
es. He believed that by isolating me, by cutting off the Leon estate from the social life of th
ady," Bryana said, setting a
ns outside my study window. "He's not the type
I also spent hours in the gardens, sorting through medicinal herbs, finding a strange peace in the simple, repetitive labor. I knew Elliott had sent his captain, Sil
ers that came back were the same old ghost stories: a monste
e butler announced him. Archo
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