Crimson Rose Queen

(The Scalding)

Isabella's salon reeked of new money—gilded dragons coiled beside vulgar jade totems. "All gifts from Sebastian," she sighed, stroking a ruby the size of a skull.

I ignored her, tracking the maid Lily bearing teacups. Steam coiled like serpents.

"Careful, Empress!" Lily "stumbled"—boiling liquid arcing toward my chest. I sidestepped; scalding tea splattered stone where my heart had been.

So that's her game.

(The Trap Springs)

Isabella's "concern" curdled as I feigned dizziness. "Leaving so soon?" Her nails dug into my arm. "Do escort Her Majesty to the Amber Parlor."

Five hulking maids peeled from the shadows. Isabella's facade finally ruptured: "What spell did you cast?! He hasn't touched me since your filth tainted this palace!" Spittle flecked her chin. "Tonight's banquet was meant for his inner circle—yet he demanded YOU attend!"

Her shriek echoed: "MAIM HER!"