Giovanni

I sat in my chambers, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows against the walls. The maps and documents before me blurred as my mind drifted back to my conversation with Aaron.

Elena was getting bolder.

My fingers tapped against the wooden desk as I recalled every word my twin had shared with me. She had attempted, yet again, to plant seeds of doubt in my mind—this time, through a nobleman. It was almost impressive how persistent she was.

Almost.

I leaned back in my ...