A Game of Veils (The Royal Spares, #1)

by Eva Chase

“She’s a spoiled brat who wants to sit on a high horse shitting on the rest of us!” A growl creeps up my throat. “She got to loll around in the wild north while the empire shoved us around, and now she’s going to sweep in and stomp on us side by side with the imperial prick?”

She’s forced to come here and get married, how is this her fault???

“How could she fawn over that pompous asshole as if he’s some kind of hero? How could she have wanted to marry him in the first place?

Yikes the blindness here is crazy. Y’all are saying this like you weren’t ALSO dragged here.

Why exactly is he so offended by my arrival at the palace?

Good question girl….

I already knew she hadn’t come here for love but to serve her family’s purposes.

So you know you’re wrong. And how is this her fault??

As I walk, the fabric of my skirt ripples against my mound and the air tickles over my folds in an unnervingly provocative way.

Ew.

“How many deaths are we going to let her get away with?”

As if the deaths are HER FAULT

We’re not the butchers in this place…

…. You say as you tried to kill her