His Unbeloved Queen
I tried to free myself, but she wouldn’t let go and continued leading me to various stalls.
“Isn’t this lovely?” Silver asked, holding up a piece of fine linen.
“Yes, lovely,” I mumbled, glancing around and catching the eyes of people who smiled at me.
But they were glaring at Silver, which was confusing. Why were they looking so angrily at the queen? Had something happened that I didn’t know about? I turned to Silver, who seemed oblivious to the hostile glares surrounding her. If so many were angry with her, why hadn’t she brought more guards?
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