‘Don’t you dare hurt her.’ Wren could tell her sister was battling to keep her voice calm but tears slipped freely down Rose’s cheeks and her blood stained hands were trembling. ‘I will deal with this matter privately after my wedding to Prince Ansel. Is that understood?’ The guards exchanged a dubious glance. ‘Very well, Princess.’ Rathborne shooed the soldiers away. ‘Go and lock this abomination in the dungeons.’ He glanced at the dead seer, his nose wrinkling in disgust. ‘And then dispose of this body. Feed it to the Gevran beasts if you like but I want it gone by first light. The smell of
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