~One; he asked her to cut her hair. She did—but he hated it. Beheaded.
~Gave her to one of the lords for a week, but found her disgusting to look at when she was returned.
~Another was too obedient, another too stiff.
~A couple were found dead in their rooms—poisoned, assailant unknown.
Aria scanned the rest, her eyes darting from line to line as a cold realization settled like a stone in her gut. Her lips parted but no sound came. The conclusion had been clawing at her, hovering in the back of her mind—but now it stared her directly in the face.
'They didn't do anything wrong… He just stopped wanting them.'
She felt her fingers curl around the sheet of paper as she silently passed it back to Rymora, her breath growing shallow. Her voice came out sharp, laced with tension.
"The ones that were poisoned?" she asked, her brows furrowing. "It wasn't the King?"
