So what if the plan failed?
So what if the clone had been a decoy, a macabre mockery of Sienna herself?
So what if the real serpent refused to slither from the safety of her shadows, hidden deep within her fortress of deceit and silk-lined lies?
Vyan wasn't the kind of man to stop at the first fall.
After Iyana informed him of what transpired in the dungeon with Sienna, aka, her clone, he quietly stood up from his chair. He just took a few wordless steps towards Iyana and brought out his handkerchief. He gently pressed the fabric against her cheek, wiping the specks of blood on her skin.
His expression was thoughtful, contemplating their next move.
Right about now, the entire capital must be festive with anticipation for awaiting coronation ceremony for the new crowned heir. Time was bleeding too quickly toward that final day.
