The crowd had fallen stone-silent, every pair of eyes now trained on the twins. The palace guards stalled, uncertain of what to do. Wren grabbed her sister’s hand, anchoring Rose as she came down on Willem Rathborne with the fury of a blazing inferno. ‘You killed our parents eighteen years ago. You poisoned my father in his bed and cut my mother’s throat! You blamed the witches and sent us all to war! I am sick of playing along in your twisted games. Sick of letting you control my every move, my every thought! My sister might be a witch but she is not a liar. She is as real as I am and her
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