3rd Person's POV

The next morning.

“You’re stupid as hell, Cressida! Completely useless!” Rosentine’s shrill voice cracked through the room as she pointed at her twin's face. “You had one simple task, one! And you still managed to ruin it. Because of your incompetence, we had to sit there and watch Winter make out with King Valtor all night!”

Last night, Rosentine had walked into Valtor’s private gathering expecting a very different scene. As a noblewoman from a tribe ...