"Yes... It's his, the Third Prince," I rasped, the word tasting like iron in my mouth.
Jenna turned back to Edward, her eyes practically sparkling with the realization of what this meant. A royal scandal was one thing, but a royal bloodline was another. In her eyes, I had just gone from a ruined daughter to a golden ticket to the palace.
"Do you see, Edward? If this is true... if the King's son has a claim on her... the Duke can't touch us. The Ton can't touch us. We aren't ruined yet," she whispered, her earlier anger completely repackaged into ambition.
Edward slowly lowered his hand, his rage fading into a stunned, hollow silence as he looked at me like I was a stranger. Alexander still had not moved from his seat, but I saw the way his fingers curled into the table. He was the only one who saw the cost of the lie.
