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

by Eva Chase

I don’t write it blatantly, of course.

“Go ahead and run, Lamb. You won’t get far.”

Loyalty. Faith. I have plenty of them, just not for the man with the knives.

“We came from the same place, in a way. We’re not the heirs, just the extras who had to accept whatever bargain was offered, let ourselves be traded away for our country’s security.

“It shouldn’t have to be like that. It’s your life as much as your kingdom’s.” “No, it’s not.”

“You deserve better. In every way. You’re so much more than a pawn.” “Sometimes a pawn is needed to make the winning move,”

I let her go, not sure who I hate most for it.

“He probably wishes I’d died.”

“It’s been made very clear to me over the course of the past several days that what I want has little bearing on anything at all.”

“I’ll get through it. I always have. It’s not as if how I feel about the situation makes a difference.”