The Prince Rose or Thorn
She took Vivian’s arm, gently guiding her out of the gallery.
As they walked back towards the inhabited parts of the castle, Vivian’s mind was far from supper or the Duke. It was fixed on the shadowy figure, the owl stone hidden against her thigh, and the chilling truths he’d offered. The web of deceit wasn't just around her; she had just willingly stepped into its center. The investigation had begun, but the investigator had become a pawn in a much larger, darker game. And the role of the villainess now had a dangerous new dimension: spy. The performance had to be flawless, not just for Thomas and Alexander, but for the watching eyes in the shadows, and the unseen hand that had already trie
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