Aspen’s POV
All eyes turned to me. I tried to remember I was a princess of Winter Harvest and not shrink back into the sofa.
Then all hell broke loose.
“How dare you?!” King Olwen roared. “How dare you bring the cousin you’ve mistreated all these years and try to pass her off as our deceased daughter?!”
At the same time, Jack jumped up from the sofa, pointing at me excitedly, grinning from ear to ear. “I knew it! I knew you were one of us and not an Azer. Ha!”
“Jackson Caldwell, do not be taken in by these lies!” King Olwen snapped. “Sit down. We will get to the bottom of this. I am not so cold as to throw poor Princess Cindra in the dungeon, but as for you, you little s**t, I have no trouble hanging you from the ceiling until your arms pop off for this insult!”
“No, Father. No, look
