Tempest of Vengeance
"Nothing?" Her laughter was gentle, nearly melodic, a mockery of the gravity of the question. With a delicate precision, she plucked a strand of golden hair from her cheek and leaned forward, her eyes shining like fragments of sunlight on steel. "Your sister was insufferable. Always in the way, faking innocence as she crept into spaces where she had no business being.". The King began to favor her over me, and. well." Her golden eyes narrowed, a spark of easy cruelty flickering within.
"I don't share well."
"Sharing?" Natasha's voice trembled, breaking under the weight of shock and horror. "You. you killed her out of jealousy?"
The head maid's face was impassive, serene in its cold malice. "If telling you lets you sleep tonight, then yes.
