Thirty-Eight:
Cecelia Porter
I hated The Queens study.
It seemed like every time I was in there; I was in trouble for something. Even when I hadn’t done anything. How were you supposed to say no to two Princes? Could I even do it? I’d tried, and they wouldn’t listen. Marlowe. Henry. Victor. I had no idea what I could do because, if I were completely honest, I was totally terrified of what saying no would mean.
I had to keep The Queen happy. If I hurt her grandsons, there wasn’t anything that would make her want to keep me around. My sister had chosen this life. My sister was all that I had left since my parents were dead. I needed to be able to hold onto her in anyway I can.
But every move I made was wrong. If I was with Marlowe,
