Chapter 253
Lumiya
I slam the letter from my father on the table, the sound cracking like thunder through the chamber. The chair I'd been sitting in clatters violently as I throw it aside. My pulse pounds, my claws itching to shred something—preferably her smug little face.
Edith. Edith. Edith. Edith. Edith.
That's all my father writes of in his damned letters.
Does he think I'm not trying? Does he think I've been sitting idle while that snake from the east slithers her way into the prince's orbit?
When that brainless twin first brought up the "old hag," I barely paid it mind. A teaching assistant? A widow from some forgotten line in the east? She wasn't a threat. Not to me.
I should have paid attention.
The position of queen is mine. Has always been mine. Everyone knows it. The Snowfrost line has the clearest claim, the deepest bloodline ties, the most loyal network of support. The other women in his orbit are pawns, background pieces. I cared nothing for them.
But now…
