Checkmate, Heiress
"I beg you, order the execution of the witch Celeste Griffith, who has bewitched Your Majesty's heart, and strip the unworthy Crown Prince Julian of his title, poisoned as he is by her influence. Let Aurelia see clear skies again!"
The doors to the main hall swung slowly open.
The King stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable. Behind him stood the Queen, and beside her, me.
I wore a simple court dress, not a weapon on me anywhere, and stood there calmly at the side of the King and Queen.
"You disgraceful son!" the King bellowed, his voice carrying with full force.
Damien froze for a moment, then turned his glare on me, eyes burning with hatred.
"Celeste Griffith! I knew it—you witch!"