Chapter 4

The boatmen scrambled to haul Charlotte and Charles out of the water.

Both of them were drenched from head to toe, their clothes clinging to their bodies and hair plastered messily to their faces. There was nothing left of the grace or prestige people would expect from the Chancellor's daughter and the famed scholar.

Charlotte's lips were blue from the cold, and as soon as she got back on the boat, she pointed at me and shrieked, "Evelyn, did you push me?"

I stood at the prow, towering over her. "Charlotte, I stood an arm's away from you just now.…