Chapter 221

I didn't ask permission.

The moment the seamstresses left—dress fitted, adjustments noted, false smiles exchanged—I walked out of my room. Down the corridor. Past guards who started to object then fell silent when they saw my face.

The golden light under my skin wasn't glowing. I'd learned to suppress it. But they could still sense it. Could feel the power that made their instincts scream to eithe