#CHAPTER 8 We Can Do This

CALEB What? Her words rooted me to the spot, and for once in my life, I couldn’t think of a quip to return back to the woman standing in front of me. Somehow, she knew. I have spent years planning to keep my wretched brother away from the throne, and I have spent months putting those plans meticulously into place. I have been quiet, I’ve kept my circles small, how could she possibly have found out what I was doing? Or maybe she doesn’t know? I wondered briefly if it was a fluke as she gazed up at me with those sure, steadfast eyes. This might all be random chance, could she just be a frustrated, jilted bride whose fiance had been fucking another woman behind her back? No, I realized for certain, she knew. She had too many specifics of my intentions, and came right out with them to my face. I had always thought of her as the lovesick puppy who followed my brother around like he was a god and capable of no wrong. But with this unexpected show, it seemed