Chapter 43 Seraphina

• “Should you really be drinking so much, Seraphina?” Isolde questions, her eyebrows arching in my direction. “A queen should not allow herself such indulgences.”
• My hand tightens around the goblet, now nearly pressed to my lips. What I truly wish to do is scream that there isn’t enough wine in the world to help me endure her presence. Instead, I don my armor as the wounded mate, a guise I’ve recently mastered. Caelum, after our last confrontation, is drowning in remorse. And I know how to wield that. With a simple turn of words, I can bend the king to my will—and that includes manipulating his mother, astute as she may be.
• “Forgive me, my lady,” I murmur, lowering my head in feigned sorrow. “With everything that has happened recently, I feel lost… almost helpless. You’re right, of course.”