章節 122: VIP

~ ZARA ~

Fear jangled through me, but Emory only smiled. 

"Your Highness will meet with His Highness very soon. As his Consort I have been tasked with ensuring your comfort. I will show you to your quarters where you may freshen up, then we will attend his audience."

The man snarked and grumbled, but followed Emory when she graciously invited him inside and led him up the stairs and into the palace.

She didn't look at me, though I followed her from the corner of my eye for as long as I could—and I didn't miss Lizbeth's throat bobbing, and the way my little friend paled.

Then the servants followed the King up the stairs carrying all of the boxes and trunks, and then the carriage moved away, the line of carriages behind it clopping forward until the next—brilliant in the morning sun with sapphire walls and gold trim—stopped at the base of the carpet, which was my cue.

Well, shit.