Mariana:
"I thought you were wiser than your sister, but I was wrong," he hissed, staring into my face.
"You would not even marry Messi. You could not secure Troy. You have done nothing." he continued.
"So how about I let your sister's husband take the crown and keep the luxuries? You are useless now. You are a threat."
Tears spilled from my eyes as he forced me to look at him.
"Your Highness, what should we do with your wife?" one of the warriors asked, refusing to use her title.
"Throw her in the dungeon for now and call the council leaders. We need a plan," my father ordered without hesitation.
"And find out where Clementine is. Make sure she is in no condition to be seen or heard by anyone."
His words settled over me like ice. He looked down at me and smirked.
"You must be wondering why I am saying this in front of you," he murmured.
"That is because you will never open your mouth again."
He laughed harshly. My vision darkened at the edges.
