“She won again.”
Yvonne scoffed at the news delivered by the head maid, Paige. Her fists clenched in anger. When would that annoying little bitch finally lose—or better yet, die?
Ever since she had challenged her six years ago, back when Yvonne was Lord Lucas’ mistress, Yvonne had harbored deep hatred for Lylah and wished she would one day lose a match and perish in the arena.
Perhaps one day, Yvonne would kill her herself.
“I have more news, my lady,” Paige said. “The Queen has delivered a girl.”
Yvonne’s eyes widened with excitement. “She did?”
“Yes, my lady. The King has already heard of it.”
Yvonne’s heart swelled with joy as she glanced down at her own swollen belly. Six months pregnant with the King’s child.
“I will be the one to give him an heir. And once he sees that, he’ll make me his Queen.”
Another person she despised was Brigid, the Queen, and it was because she was her competition.
Yvonne had grown up lowborn, covered in dirt, cast out and forgotten. Until she clawed her
