Page 231 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

My eyes widen. Hope shines in them, perhaps for the first time ever.

“That’s… That’s very kind of you.”

“It is not kindness, Minerva. I happen to be as concerned about this match as you are, though my reasons might be a little different.”

“What do you mean?” I frown.

“I have said too much. Do not concern yourself with that.”

“But—”

“You may retire to your room.”

He moves past me to leave. Suddenly, though, he stops. He half turns and stares at me for a moment.

“The birthday of the Duchess of Sigmore of the House of Arche is in a fortnight.”

“So?”

He takes a few moments to answer.

“Your presence is required.”

“What? Why?”

I’ve never beenrequiredto go to the celebration of a monarch’s birthday before. Certainly, I’ve never had the inclination before since I hate those parties. My parents are always the only ones who go, sometimes with Maledo, but he is the heir.

“I do not know. The duchess stated she would like you to be present.”

“How does she even know who I am?” I’ve never met the Duchess of Arche before. I don’t think I’ve ever evenbeento Arche.

“That I cannot answer. But since she specifically asked for your presence, she must know of you. I wonder…”

“What?” I stride to his side.

“She has a son. You may have met him. Perhaps she has heard of your achievements in the military and she might be interested in a match, though it would be irregular for that to happen since it is widely known you are engaged to Theron.” He pauses, deep in thought. “Though if someone could break yourbetrothal contract, it would be the Duchess of Arche. She not only has influence with the Supremes but also with Commander Azerius.”

“Who is her son?”

“He’s Commander Azerius’ right hand. Cerenios.”

My body freezes as a sliver of fear washes down my back.

“If that is a viable option, and the duchess is indeed seeking a mate for him, then I would be amenable to break the betrothal with Theron.”

“That is…” I whisper, unable to find the words.

“Alas, I will have to discuss with the duchess first. Good day, daughter.”

He leaves.

I cannot will my limbs to move as his words replay in my mind.

The Duchess of Sigmore, Cerenios’ mother, specifically asked for my presence at her birthday celebration. My father may think it has to do with a potential match between us, but I know better.

Cerenios knows something—suspects something.

He just needs the evidence to get me convicted.

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