The king’s voice echoed through the chamber. “Very well. The council may now pose their questions.”

Translation: time to test if Margaux was still the same spoiled brat they remembered—or if she’d somehow grown a brain.

Gods help us all.

The first to pounce was Alpha Heinrich, a wolf older than the castle stones. “Princess Margaux, do you remember the precise moment you were taken? Who approached you? What did they say?”

I braced. This was it. This was where she’d ...