Chapter 12

Arabella’s POV

"What’s Syria’s condition in her room now?" I asked the maid quietly, trying to stay calm and keep my voice steady.

"She's all right, Madam," answered the maid gently, not meeting my eyes. "But she's always shut up in her room. She hardly comes out. And Sir Steven only requests her when he wants to see her."

I balled my fists tightly, my nails digging painfully into my palm as anger surged through me, uncontrollable.

"Take me to her," I commanded icily.

The maid faltered. "O-Okay