CHAPTER TWELVE
Angelica swept into the palace’s prison tower, pausing for a moment at the entrance because she wanted to look absolutely perfect. She made sure that the crown was settled just so on her head, and waved away the bows of the jailors as she stepped forward.
“Where is he?” she asked.
“The top cell, your majesty,” one of the jailors said.
Angelica nodded, then turned to the royal guards with her. “Wait here.”
They didn’t question it, didn’t try to point out the danger. It seemed that Angelica had chosen obedient men for the task. She made her way up through the tower, passing by solidly locked doors and wondering who was behind each one. She would make it her business to know. Perhaps some of them would be useful in exchange for their freedom.
She hoped that Sebastian woul
