The Twisted Sword by Scarlett D. Vine

Author:Scarlett D. Vine [Scarlett D. Vine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scarlett D. Vine
Published: 2023-04-02T00:00:00+00:00

“That’s interesting,” Cylis suddenly said, jerking Kerensa's attention back to the party. “The Ardinani is leaving early.” He looked up at the sun. “I’d expect this to go on for hours yet.”

“Understandable,” Marva said. “I can’t imagine she truly enjoyed a moment of this. She can’t claim to have many friends.”

Kerensa watched Caes leave the party, seemingly unnoticed by everyone other than their group. A few moments later, Prince Desmin excused himself from the nobles he was speaking to, and followed Caes out of the garden.

Kerensa frowned. That wasn’t good.

“Excuse me,” Kerensa said, not giving her friends an explanation. Kerensa followed the prince out of the party, careful to stay far enough behind that he didn’t notice her. A turn later told her that he wasn’t going back to the guest quarters, or the water closets—bastard, he was following Caes. And it probably wasn’t for pleasantries.

After a few turns through the deserted and dark marble halls—a shortcut back to Caes’s rooms that Desmin had no business knowing—Kerensa held back on one turn as soon as she heard raised voices. And then the unmistakable sounds of a scuffle.

“I did nothing,” Caes called out.

Desmin uttered something Kerensa couldn’t hear.

“Twisted bastard.”

Alright, enough waiting—they obviously weren’t chatting.

Kerensa strode down the hall, taking in the sight of Desmin over Caes, pinning her down, his hands unmistakably moving up her skirts as Caes struggled beneath him. Kerensa forced herself to hold back her fire. Let the man try to explain this…

“There were some benefits to our old arrangement,” Desmin said, “that I may be able to—”

“What is this?” Kerensa asked, more than a little satisfied at how Desmin panicked as he stood, pulled up Caesonia, and pretended he had been helping her. Caes glared at him and smoothed her skirts. Keep silent, Kerensa wanted to say to Caes. Let us see how he handles this. Hopefully badly.

“We are talking, my lady,” Desmin said. “In private.”

Lady? Did the idiot not recognize her? Oh, no, it was too dark in here for the light to catch her eyes. And this prince may have been as pompous and oblivious as the rumors said. This was going to be fun.

Kerensa moved closer to them, her gauzy skirts swaying around her, resisting a smirk as ire became wrought on Desmin’s face. “You’re talking, you say?” she asked.

“Yes. Didn’t you hear me? I wish to be left alone,” Desmin snapped. Ardinani Prick indeed.

No one had spoken to Kerensa like that for a long time, for a good reason. Too bad she couldn’t draw this out much longer—Caes looked ready to beg for help. And that would ruin her fun.

Slowly, Kerensa approached even closer, keeping her hand clear of her dress. No sense in making the fabric suffer for Desmin’s stupidity. “Hmmm…and who are you?”

Desmin held his head high, placing an arm on his hip as he jutted out his rather unimpressive chest. “I am Prince Desmin of Ardinan. His Augustness’s guest. And I will be obeyed.” Good goddess, this man was insufferable.

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