The Starlight Heir

Jumping out of a moving carriage isn’t one of my smartest decisions.

The graveled earth is rough—sharp stones cutting through my delicate wedding garments that offer little in the way of padding. There’s no light to guide my path as I thump to a graceless stop, my elbows and knees battered by the unforgiving ground.

But I don’t feel much of anything as I lurch unsteadily to my feet and run in the opposite direction. I don’t feel the wet, warm blood dampening the silk or the sting of abrasions lacerating my exposed skin or the soothing heat of my magic as it begins to heal me. I feel nothing but the blade of betrayal lodged in my back. I trusted him.

You fell in love with him, too.