The Twisted Throne (The Bridge Kingdom, #5)

by Danielle L. Jensen

“I am so pleased to announce that this morning, my son William took a bride,” Edward said. What? Ahnna’s blood turned to ice even as Alexandra gasped out, “Edward, what have you done?” He ignored her and said, “Allow me to formally announce the union of hearts that forms the final piece of our alliance with Cardiff. Please welcome Harendell’s heir and his new bride, Princess Lestara of Cardiff.” Only willpower kept Ahnna on her feet, her knees shaking violently beneath the leather of her skirts as everything fell apart. You failed Ithicana. Again. William entered the ballroom with Lestara on his arm, the Cardiffian princess no longer dressed in the garments of her captors but in a gown of watered silk trimmed in fur and a headdress from which dangled charms and bird skulls. Bird skulls just like the one she’d found in the throne room. William ignored Ahnna as he walked past, but Lestara turned her head, mouth silently moving with the words, I’m sorry. A knife to the chest would have been better.

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