Sophia Vander Der Sar was going to be Theodore’s next kill, and she was already trembling when he turned to face the nobles once again.
“I am innocent,” she said in alarm from where she was still sitting.
“Are you?” He taunted as he took a step forward.
“I truly am innocent, Theo,” she tried to reason with him.
“That will be your highness to you,” he muttered darkly.
Her eyes bulged and she gulped down her fear and then begged some more, “Your highness, please. I had no hand in this.”
“It was your name she said last,” he shrugged as he took another step forward.
“I am sure there are plenty more Sophias to go around,” she tried to laugh it off, and giggled humorlessly.
He made no attempt to respond, only closed the distance between them.
That was when she tried to unwisely
