"I beg your pardon?"
Sloane released me, and I rubbed my hurting hand.
"Do not worry, you'll still be the monarch's wife, only in name. Even if he has fucked you several times and you somehow get with child, I fear for it and you."
"There she is..." I mocked. "The Sloane I know."
"Don't take it too much to heart, I did try to make my peace with you. I even apologise for slandering you and hurting your handmaid. But your inability to forgive earned you this mess, and now, when I become Queen, it's unfortunate that we won't be friends."
"If you become Queen," I corrected.
Sloane laughed softly. "Oh, Eloise...I thought you were smart. Yes, you have the power now, most likely the second most powerful woman in Valkanor... for now."
"We won't know until the Fates get here."
