âDo you know to whom you speak?âÂ
The womanâs voice rang clear throughout the hallways of the foreign palace. She had arrived only hours ago, and already it was clear to anyone that she did not mean to have fun. This was not a friendly game to her. She had one goal in coming to Parcovia: win the Kingâs favor and take over as its Queen.Â
The servant immediately ducked her head, apologizing. âForgive me, your Highness.âÂ
Isira took in a slow, deep breath. âLeave. I can find my own way.â In a moment, the girl had left and Isira was alone again. Always alone, but never lacking in prying eyes.
She turned on her heel to face someone. âMay I help you?â she bit out, clearly not in the mood for a ridiculous conversation.
















