The person before her was a woman Esme had never seen within the palace walls. Yet, there was something about her, the way she stood, that arrogant glint in her eyes as though she owned the place.Esme paused, her brows furrowing. The woman’s very presence unsettled her, and she didn’t like the feeling one bit.“Well? What do you want?” The woman’s tone dripped with rudeness, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the doorframe, a perfectly carved brow arched in arrogance.Her rudeness was one thing—but why did she act as if Esme were the intruder here? Esme wondered silently.“Are you mute?” the woman asked, impatience curling her lips. “If you can’t talk, at least—”“Where is Grant?” Esme cut in, her voice steady. Her eyes narrowed at the woman, and satisfaction flickered within her when the woman’s face twisted in shock at the mention of the king’s name—without a single title.“What did you just call—”“I’m here for Grant, not you. Please, step out of the way,” Esme
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