Becoming Sophia (90)
“I’m the one in the dungeon and you’re the one cosying up to Andrien, so who cares? Little Cinderetta is exactly where she belongs—with the rest of the refuse of our kingdom.”
“Marina,” Andrien spoke forcefully, “she was the one who came to find me and told me the truth. Whether you forgive her or not, you owe her thanks for that. She’s the reason you’re going to get out of here.”
“Then why are we whispering? What’s the big secret? You’re the prince aren’t you?”
“Marina, I have no power. I’m merely a symbol. The people wouldn’t believe me—they want someone to blame.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said bitterly. “I’m not Marina Lennon anymore. I’m just a thief and a liar, probably doomed to be hanged tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow afternoon, actually,” Andrien corrected.
“Oh thanks for that comforting news!” I retorted. “If that’s all you’ve come to tell me, I suppose you can leave now—” I was interrupted by the jingling of keys in front of my face.