The loud knock on her antechamber door at a quarter till three in the morning didn’t startle Kit at all. In fact, she was waiting for it. With a deep breath, she smoothed back her skirt, the same one she’d been wearing since the assembly in the throne room, and pulled the door open a crack, sticking her head out into the hallway. “Yes?”
It was scar face again. She wondered if he ever slept. Alongside him were a whole host of her mother’s guard who had pressed her own set of guardsmen away from the door. He had his hand wrapped tightly around Seph’s upper arm, and it was evident she’d been crying again. “Unhand her,” the princess demanded, but he didn’t do so.
