The Usurper's Bride

Astrid

Window, bathroom, armoire, bed. Window, bathroom, armoire, bed. Window, bathroom, armoire, bed.

“Princess, you’re going to wear a hole in the carpet,” Cleo says, watching me pace.

I growl deep in my throat. “I can’t believe this! How did Daxen get his claws into the guard and the nobles and everyone so quickly?!”

“I would guess he’s been working at it a long time, my lady,” Cleo replies.

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