Chapter 15

The door unlocked and a blonde entered with a plate.

Her cheekbone sporting a bruise, while her lip was bust.

Klara grasped at the food, it had been twelve days since her last meal.

*

It was a week after the incident of Marc destroying his office. His anger and behaviour afterward had made Klara trust him a little more. He was having to spend longer hours away from the wing. It was late, the sun had set and Klara was restless being alone. She’d grown to get used to having company in the evenings and with Marc working late, she decided to see if he was in the King’s wing.

She crept down the grand staircase, smelling to see if she could sense where he was. Rose wasn’t at her desk so she couldn’t ask. She sniffed to the right but his scent was faint, so she walked to the left hand corridor, his scent was stronger there.

She followed his wonderful freshly cut grass and honey scent until she reached a door. Voices were coming from the other side, “My King, I am concerned,” an unkn