He Chose the Wrong Sister novel · Chapter 21 of 24

Chapter 21: Her Answer

"Get up, Your Highness," I said.

He stayed where he was.

"I would rather you did."

"Get up."

He rose slowly, and the dust stayed on his knees.

I held the button between two fingers and turned it so that the wolf's head caught the light.

"I was nineteen when I cut the hem off my dress," I said.

"I was alone in a mill with a stranger who kept calling for water."

"I remember the water."

"You remember my face by lamplight, because you had a fever, and you couldn't see anything else."

"I remember your hands," he said.

"That's more than you remembered at the wedding breakfast."

A low sound went along the lines, half a laugh.

"I stood in my father's hall and told you what I had done," I said. "I told you in front of my guests."

"You refused me, and you had the whole room look at me while you said it."

"I did."

"Then you took the girl who recited it back to you."

"I did."

"And at the Queen's feast, when you thought she had died, you turned to me.

"Four hundred people watched you ask why she had to die instead of me."

The prince shut his eyes.

"I've been hearing that for a month," he said.

"I heard it once before that," I said.

He looked at me.

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