The Words That Wouldn't Come

Sophia's POV

I had planned it three times before breakfast.

The first version was direct — I would go to his study at dawn, before the court was awake, before the day had a chance to build its walls around us, and I would sit across from him and say: I am not who you think I am. I died in your castle. I came back to destroy you. And somewhere between then and now, everything became more complicated than I planned.

The second version was more strategic — I would ...