She's dead

Naomi had her mouth open in preparation for a quick and downright thoughtless response but she held her tongue at the last minute. She could not be too hasty.

Here he was, Prince Daegal, asking her, the woman he believes to be Princess Nerina, why she married him when she was in love with his sister.

What suitable response was there? Naomi couldn't answer as she would have if these were different circumstances. She had already made the mistake of revealing her feelings for Nezetta to him. Feelings that Princess Nerina was not supposed to have. Now how was she supposed to answer the question without revealing her true identity?

"Princess Nerina, I like my questions being answered when I ask them." Prince Daegal’s hold on her fist grew painful and she winced. There was no mirth in his eyes anymore; only ice. Ice that reminded Naomi of Nezetta’s coldness when she told her that she would have to marry Prince Daegal.

'Come on. Answer him, Princess Nerina.' Shrill, mocking laughter fille