‘Willem is too clever. He’ll see right through Wren and when he does, he’ll come looking for me with two armies at his back.’ When Thea didn’t respond, Rose went on. ‘Wren will never make it to the throne. She’ll be lucky to escape with her life.’ Thea gave her a pitying look. ‘You don’t know our Wren.’ Rose bristled at those words. Our Wren. That was what the witches who had attacked Rose last night had called her sister, too. Wren was precious to everyone in Ortha. She had been blessed with a family of witches. They had raised her, taken care of her, and loved her for exactly who she was.
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