I sit on a velvet-cushioned bench behind the throne at Castle Wilhelm, hands folded in my lap though I long to wring them out of my need to act. Sunny sits across from me, handsome Frank Hayle standing behind her, sympathy in his blue eyes as he smiles at me. Isabelle sits next to her queen, tense, but eager as the ruler of the Wilhelm clan turns to her tall, attractive counterpart lounging next to me beneath the stained glass window. Sebastian's dark curls ...