Sienna’s POV
I’d had every intention of going down to the palace the day before, having spent hours choosing an outfit, making my room a mess in the process.
And then I didn’t go, and I couldn’t pinpoint why exactly I didn’t.
Fear, maybe? Because the thought of speaking to Alaric, face to face, made my stomach turn. I had no way of knowing for sure that I wouldn’t wrap my hands around his neck and watch the life fade out of him like it had in my parents.
Or, it was the fact that a small part of me was terrified of the truth. What if Alaric revealed some other horrific truth to me, something worse than the one I’d been told?
Right now, I was safe. Alaric had been the reason my parents were dead. All of my anger could be directed at him.
It was simple and e
