Chapter 213: Love That Turned Cold

The Dowager’s composure did not falter, but Osric caught the flicker in her eyes; the fragile space between truth and denial. He might have shielded her in the audience hall, but he was not blind. He could read her like a book. After all, he had raised her. She would never grow too clever for him.

"That key?" she repeated, lips tightening. "I’ve no idea how it ended up with them."