Amelia wore a cold smile. At last, she had the perfect opportunity to strike back at that irritating man.

She’d let Ghislain do all the work, while she reaped the rewards. A setup tailored perfectly to her benefit.

“Now it’s my turn to stab you in the back, Ghislain.”

Justifications could always be made if necessary. After all, she and Desmond, at least nominally, were allies.

The pro-royalist faction wouldn’t attack her immediately either. If negotiations went smoothly, she could claim at least half of Desmond’s territory.

Not that she planned on giving up even an inch once it was …