Chapter 113 One-hundred And Thirteen

• Abel
• Fiona's words echoed in my mind like a bell I couldn't stop ringing. Millicent's mother worked for Patrick Otto. The pieces of information Fiona dropped settled into my brain like poison, spreading through every thought.
• "Your Majesty?" Lord Ashford was waiting for my response about the eastern trade routes, but I couldn't remember what he'd asked. My hand rested on Millicent's waist, and I could feel her trembling slightly. Fear? Guilt? What was she hiding?