Autumn of the Grimoire (Sisters Solstice Series #1)
The gargantuan doors closed with an ominous clank and Prince Thackery stalked toward her, stopping only a stride away. “How dare you stand there and deign to say nothing?” he ground out.
Her nerves bent a knee to her fury at his unexpected outburst. Agatha let a spiteful smile adorn her lips.
“And what would you have me do, then? Throw myself at your feet and argue that I am worthy to be your bride?”
Surprise flashed across the prince’s face at her gall, but he swiftly shoved it away. She swung an arm out wide.
“Or would you have me faint upon the chaise because of my utter fortune to be your betrothed?” She took a step closer to him. “Because I will do neither of those things.”
His lip curled. “A bit bold for a peasant, aren't we?”
Agatha cursed her cheeks for heating. Perhaps she was a fool not to play the part of a meek little mouse, but she couldn’t stop the storm of rage bubbling up inside of her.
“I do not wish to marry you any more than you wish to marry me.”
A muscle in the prince’s jaw flexed.
“Then help me fight this madness! Deny the proposal that has been asked without my will.”
Agatha snickered. “And risk the loss of my head at the hands of our darling Crown?”
She crossed her arms at her chest, matching the prince’s stance. “I think not.”
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