Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Lydia’s POV.

“Is this the hallway that leads to the princess’s rooms?” I asked the grumpy-looking guard in front of me.

“Yes, my lady. But-”

His face paled in shock as he stared at my state of undress.

“Thank you,” I replied as I swiftly continued down the hallway.

The guard tried to call something after me, but I was moving too fast I didn’t hear anything he had to say.

Even if I was walking normally, chances are I wouldn’t have heard him anyway. Not when anger and panic clouded my mind.

I arrived at the end of the hallway and skidded to a stop when I realized there were two doors.

“What do you think my love?” Wilson’s voice drafted from the door on the right.

“You look amazing. The black goes perfectly with the wedding theme,” Lydia’s shrill voice responded.

With shaky angry hands, I pushed open their door and barged into the room.

Wilson and Freya were hugging tightly and broke apart frazzled as I stared at them.

Freya seemed normal enough but my eyes narrow