I'm not unreasonably weak, I'm reasonably strong
She stared at the prince.
He hadn't stirred yet, but the letter said he would later today, and she had no reason not to believe Vaughn when everything else the letter said had been true.
Even if Vaughn had some unstated reason to hate Caleb, killing the prince would ruin their trap for Caoimhe, so there was no chance Vaughn would have allowed that.
And besides.
She didn't think he hated Caleb at all.
She wasn't even completely certain if he hated Caoimhe, or if he was simply deeply hurt and betrayed.
That...
Probably didn't matter anymore, though. The princess had made her bed, and now all that was left for her was to lay in it.
But-
Vaughn....
Her mind couldn't help but go back to what Caoimhe had said.
'he's gone'
'saying his name won't bring him back'.
That was...
It couldn't be true.
It couldn't.
It wasn't.
It-