Madeleine's laughter died.
"You may sit on the chair," Theodora continued, "but I will rule it. You will say what I want said. You will bend what I want bent. You will do what I want done by the authority of the throne."
"You win," Madeleine said, each word unwilling. "Whatever it is you want."
"I did not think it would be so easy, princess," Theodora replied. "But let us be clear. Should you ever imagine you can betray me, we shall have this little dance again."
Madeleine lifted her chin. "Of course. I understand."
"Good," Theodora said. "Then let us see the royal wedding concluded first." She gathered her skirts and allowed her attendant to help her into the carriage. Even that simple act looked like a declaration of war.
Madeleine curtsied. She remained in that posture until the carriage began to move, its polished wheels cutting through the road, its curtains drawn.
Only when it had gone did Madeleine straighten.
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