It isn't often that King Thaddeus called his daughters into his chambers. The last time I was in here, it was the night before my wedding to Ceaser, during which he spent the better part of the hour lecturing me on what was expected from the future queen of Navere.
That feels like a long time ago.
Now, standing dressed for a flight back to Navere with a man I have no interest in laying eyes upon ever again, I feel like my life has taken a course I had no hand in writing.
The door parts behind me and Penelope's steps slow upon seeing me.
"Gwen--" She lifts her chin. "Guinevere."
She's never called me that before.
Then again, she's never slept with my husband before.
I study at my older sister.
It wasn't hard to see why Ruin would pick her. Penelope has always been a wild beauty. She had leaner, elegant limbs, perfect hair, and a body that belonged on the human magazines. Like the rest of my sisters, she could have any man in the vicinity vying for a second of her time.
