Rosamund
Today was the eve of the ball…
I climbed the staircase with a single purpose, hammering in my chest.
To see Nevan.
Julian's revelation had lodged inside me like thorns I couldn't pull free. The corruption. Elowen witnessing it. Whatever was consuming Nevan had been happening long before I arrived, and the fact that he had specifically chosen me as his bride and not selected from a line of willing candidates but actively sought out, tracked down and purchased me, made me wonder if I was connected to everything without realising it.
I reached Nevan's chamber and knocked. This would be the first time I'd come to see him since he was moved from the courtyard.
The door cracked open, and Jennifer's face appeared in the gap.
