Chapter 44

“Stand.”

My heart began to race as Blanche rose to her feet, her own fear spiking dramatically; she thought that this was the end. That her life would be forfit. Her terror made me nervous as I stepped around the bed to stand beside the prince, where I should be; I would support the decision he had made, whatever it may be.

But I also hoped that he would not harm her, that he would allow her to stay by our side. I needed her, and that may sound silly and childish, but she was the only one I could talk to about how I felt, I couldn’t tell Silas about my fears and hopes. I didn’t think he would understand, and I knew for certain that Penelope and Marianne would definitely not understand how I felt, or even care.

I briefly closed my eyes, praying to whatever god there may be that he would spare her, that despite the fact she wasn’t very powerful; he would see some use for her. Please, I though