A knock at the outer door pulled Rosaline from her thoughts. Edmund's voice, smooth and familiar, came through the wood. "My lady? I heard you were in need of a private word. May I enter?"
Rosaline's heart quickened. She stopped for a second, wondering if she should let him in or not. Her last private discussion with him hadn't ended well, but things were different now. She had not summoned him, but she was not surprised. The night air on the balcony, the kiss she had witnessed, the way Lucian and Simon had clung to each other in the shadows, it had been too perfect an opportunity to pass up. Edmund was ambitious, ambitious enough to see the value in a marriage that was fracturing under the prince's weakness.
"Come in, Edmund," she called, her voice steady despite the storm inside her.
