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39 Return to the Lion’s Den

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Cassandra’s POV

Diana stood at the foot of my bed with her arms crossed, her brows knit together in that way that always made her look older than she was. Her voice, usually so teasing and irreverent, had sharpened into something almost maternal.

“My lady, don’t go,” she urged as I slipped my arms into a pale blue dress. “It’s too soon. The court may have pardoned them, but that doesn’t mean the whispers have died. The queen consort still breathes, and you know what that means.”

I paused before the mirror, smoothing the fabric over my hips. Her words lodged themselves deep in my chest, echoing the very fears that had gnawed at me all night. She wasn’t wrong. I was afraid too. Afraid of what I would find. Afraid of being caught, of being paraded again as the fallen wife who had run into another man’s arms. Afraid, most of all, of my father.

But what kind of daughter would I be if I stayed hidden? I had not been able to visit them while they were locked away, their names dragged through
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Marlenny Fernandez
Oh wow!! After all the betrayal her father still hoping on Richard and that witch of his mother. I have the feeling her father is going to turn her in to Richard
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