Book 5: Not a Princess

Isaac

I don’t believe her name is actually Jenny. The uncertainty in her eyes gives it away. This man, whom she says is her uncle, has motives that are unclear.

I had Cassian send for the man shortly after I hauled the girl into the kitchen with the intent of questioning her. Both intentions fell flat, of course. She doesn’t understand much of what I’m saying, and Alester Martin, if that’s really his name, is incredibly hard to track down.

But now he’s here, and I intend to get the truth out of him.

Short and lean, he walks into the sitting room with a look of elation on his face that falls the second he sees his niece sitting in a chair dressed in sweatpants instead of the fine gown she arrived in.

Contempt flashes behind his beady eyes as he looks her up and down before turning to me with a deep bow.

“My King–”

“Would you care to explain why your niece is here at my home, uninvited? I made it very clear that she wasn’t par