All eyes in the Great Hall turned to Lady Jocelynn, the woman who was supposed to have been the bride of the evening and their next marchioness, as she spoke up for the first time since the dramatic proceedings began.
The weight of those eyes felt immense, but Jocelynn forced herself to stand as calmly as she could, like a pale cerulean flame in a sea of midnight and emerald at the Blackwell table. Her sister had done so much, from rescuing Samira to capturing Hugo and… And countless other things that she didn't even know.
Ashlynn had done all this and come to rescue her. Not just to rescue her, but to completely eviscerate the man who had harmed them both, and Jocelynn couldn't sit still and watch her sister and her allies do all the work. Not when she could help. She owed her sister much, much more than that, and it was time she began to do something instead of just allowing everything to happen around her.
