Clover
Cassius looked like she had slapped him when she spoke about her heart being on the line. Had he not known? How could he not? She went to speak again but a soft feminine voice broke the silence.
“Your Highness, there is a messenger here asking for you” Clover looked over and what she saw made her fire magic burn bright in her belly. She knew this was Serena. Her hair was as red as the apples that hung on the trees in the orchards. She was tall, curvy, and had a face that was meant to lure men into their traps. She reminded Clover of the porcelain dolls her mother had gifted to her before she had to go into hiding. Thinking of that made a pang hit Clover's belly and she winced. She missed her mother and her father, perhaps more than her own country. Serena stepped closer to them a
