Not until she understood how she was supposed to find out.
"Befriend Penelope, both of you!"
She couldn't begin to comprehend what her lady was thinking or what tangled logic had led her to bring that woman into their circle. Penelope, of all people. The very catalyst behind the recent disgrace. A woman who not only tried to ensnare their betrothed with clumsy charm, but had also schemed something far more foolish beneath the surface.
This was a change she did not welcome.
Few things irked her more than those who chased desire instead of guarding their dignity—especially when cloaked in noble arrogance.
They were, in every sense, two women shaped by different wars.
She was raised on the edge of a blade; Penelope, in a battlefield of masks and whispered courtly games.
Perhaps it was the sword in her upbringing that made her despise anything lacking clarity.
