Chapter Eight
Sophia held a candle in one hand as she mounted the stairs to Glenella’s chambers. A flask of wine was in her other hand, and the drug was in a vial tucked inside her bosom. She wondered many times since she crafted her scheme, if it would be better to kill the girl off altogether. Perhaps it would be less messy that way. But then, her heart was not that hard. Cold, yes, but not without a flicker of compassion. The poor child would be devastated, but then there were men that would still find her worthy of them, even with her loins freshly rent. She was a comely girl, so oddly fair for the kingdom with her long tresses of gold-hued hair, and delicate green eyes. She was noble born. That thought stung the sly Sophia with a nasty prick. What was it to be noble born that made th
