Chapter 17

Lily let out a sigh as she reached the servant quarters. Her eyes lingered on the full moon, and a faint smile crept onto her lips. She knew she had managed to rattle him, to make him angry and uncertain about what he felt. Men in her colony were like that—seemingly tough, yet inside, they were like yarn waiting to unravel. The Prince was no different.

Fickle and weak.

If she drove a dagger into his chest, it would have been too easy. Too quick. Revenge, in her mind, now demanded patience and a lasting sting. What satisfaction could a single stab bring compared to the agony of shattering his ambitions? Taking away his chance to become heir—that was true vengeance.

She would much rather see Aros as the heir, even if he was, according to whispers among the servants, only human. A glaring difference, but with the curse that plagued the Prince, perhaps the gap wasn't so vast anymore.