Abel
Fiona's words echoed in my mind like a bell I couldn't stop ringing. Millicent's mother worked for Patrick Otto. The pieces of information Fiona dropped settled into my brain like poison, spreading through every thought.
"Your Majesty?" Lord Ashford was waiting for my response about the eastern trade routes, but I couldn't remember what he'd asked. My hand rested on Millicent's waist, and I could feel her trembling slightly. Fear? Guilt? What was she hiding?
"The current agreements will stand," I said, hoping it was an appropriate response. "Camden will send the updated terms next week."
Ashford nodded and moved on, but I barely noticed. My mind was racing through every conversation Millicent and I had ever had. Her mother, who raised her alone. Who sacrificed everything. Who work
