Chapter hundred and sixty five: Daughters of nobody.
"You think I am made of stone?" Jamie asked Rosemund.
"Why haven't you cried yet, Janessa? Does my brother mean so little to you that you can function so well when you know that every day he spends out there he could die? Why are you made of stone?" Rosemund yelled even more.
Jamie watched her ungrateful sister in law. She would have loved nothing more than to say a word or two to the spoiled brat but Jamie understood that everything she was saying was coming from a place of pain and frustration.
Rosemund was ruling a kingdom in a time of war something she was too young to concern herself with and so Jamie decided to cut her some slack. But that didn't last long because of Rosemund's next statement.
