“You… This whole time it was you!” The prince’s eyes flared with darkness, and at the same time they reflected such deep, frantic pain that I felt uneasy.
“No, Red!” I murmured, but he didn’t listen. He stepped up to me and grabbed my shoulders: “How could you?!” The child had attached to you, calling you “mom.” And I too… He cut himself off, clenched his teeth.
“What?” I whispered, desperately wanting to hear those words—the very ones I couldn’t even hope for.
He has to understand that I was simply framed!
“Throw her into the dungeon!” the future king snapped, sharply letting go of me, turning away.