His servant?
What wouldn't he tell her? But the look in his eyes made her feel like they weren't just words.
"Being your servant doesn't make me a Lady, does it?" She couldn't hide the sarcasm in her tone.
His hand fell away from her arm. His breathing was ragged, his eyes distant.
What was wrong with him? She wondered.
"Is anything the matter, Your Grace?" The concern in her voice was evident.
"Leave." The words weren't cruel. They sounded like a plea.
Was he alright?
The veins in his neck were bulging.
"Your Grace?"
"Leave!"
She backed towards the door, fleeing the room in search of Andon. She didn't even have the slightest clue where to find him. He could be anywhere.
The guards at the door blocked the entrance as soon as she came out.
Why were they doing that? Was it some form of ritual?
"The King needs help." She said to no one in particular.
None of them acted like she'd just spoken to them.
Cursing under her breath, she ran down the hallway.
