Chapter Thirty-Four: Mother's Daughter

At his direct line of questioning, everything within me stills.

Again, he twists the steering wheel in hand as if wanting me to deny his question for the bit of comfort it would offer.

He drives when the lights turn green, though he still looks very uncomfortable.

"Yes."

I utter, and the car sways a little before a mutter escapes him.

"Good God..."

He says nothing more for the next few minutes until I notice the mutters that escape him.

"So then his leading your search when you left the palace, and then at the ball when he left after our dance and came back disgruntled. Christ, and when he left his work to visit Chelsea, my coat on the floor…he was the one that threw it and the way he held your hand-"

I say nothing to his mutters, merely letting him stew in his suspicions until one of his hands leaves the steering wheel to reach his mouth.

"Good God, Priestess, he is the king; he is your stepbrother! Oh, crap, Maggy!"

He must mean Magnolia.

He has so many reasons to oppose this.

"Why