One Dark Throne (Three Dark Crowns, #2)

by Kendare Blake

“Why would she when I didn’t? It wasn’t like I read in books. A thunderclap. Eyes meeting. Tortured glances. With Arsinoe it was more like . . . having cold water poured down your back and learning to enjoy it.”

“Natalia prefers that I poison from the safety of her bosom,” she says. “That is how the Arrons like to do it. Quiet and refined. Nothing pleases them more than pleasant dinner conversation that ends when someone’s face falls dead to their plate.”