Chapter 42

All eyes are on me as I walk down the hall following Larissa to the dining room. The soft pink gown with white lace rustles quietly with each step that I take. As we pass by the servants no one lowers their head in respect or bares their neck to me. Instead they all glare at me angrily. I should be walking with my head held high but I cannot help but stare at the ground as I walk. I know after they found me alone in the servants bathroom with him, they all think that I have slept my way into my new title. But that could not be farther from the truth. There is nothing I want less than to be in Alexander's bed. Outwardly I shutter at the thought of him touching me.

Larissa, on the other hand, is walking in front of me with her head held high, sneering at the other servants as we pass by. The other servants are smiling at her brightly before they turn their cold eyes on me. If they only knew that she is the rat that has been feeding the King information about them. The ide