can’t help but feel that it’s a warning of some kind.
We walk back to the Palace together in silence, the dread growing in me that this goddess power she has inherited is changing her into something she was never meant to be. Someone that she shouldn’t be.
“Leave the violence and punishment to me,” I state suddenly, unable to keep that thought to myself.
“Of course,” she says. “You are the Head of my Guard.”
She smiles prettily at me, but as she does, I see her eyes change. The gorgeous violet irises now have flecks of silver in them.
I bend down to kiss her, glad that she kisses me back. Too bad it was the wrong moment at the wrong time.
“Get your filthy hands off the Queen,” Harris, my second-in-command, says. “She is to be married, you bastard!”
I look up as Savvie raises her eyebrow at Harris, but it’s too late.
My feet are kicked out from under me with the combined magick of my own damn army and I’m swarmed, captured and imprisoned in the dungeon before Savannah can even explain to them that we are in love.
I look around the dank cell and my heart sinks. I expected her the second I landed in here. Now they are ticking away and I’m still here.
“Don’t let them stop you, Princess,” I mutter, the feeling of dread I had about Savvie, shifting and turning course.
Something isn’t right here, but damned if I know what the fuck just happened.
14
Savannah
“Release him at once!” I shriek at Harris, but he gives me a grim look back.
“Can’t do that, Your Majesty. A report has been filed against him and we need to protect you from the likes of him.”
I pause and narrow my eyes at him. “A report from whom?”
He gives me a surprised look that I didn’t ask about what instead. “Uhm, one of the maids, Ma’am,” he stammers, suddenly unsure of himself as I give him a death stare.
Now I know that this ex of Jerrick’s is behind it. She must’ve figured out that coming to me with lies would do no good, so she went to the Guard instead.
Little bitch.
“Name?” I bark out.
“Letisha, Ma’am.”
“Bring her to me,” I bark out and Puffport to the throne room where I sit on my throne and stew for a moment. Jerrick will be fine where he is for a few minutes. It’s not like they can do anything to him without my say-so first. I need to get this Letisha bitch out of my way immediately. She seems to want to cause trouble and I don’t need that right now. Especially when I have to inform my Kingdom of a few things that they won’t take too kindly to.
Harris arrives with the maid that I caught outside my bedroom earlier. I should’ve known she was up to no good.
I give her a steely-eyed glare that the brazen hussy doesn’t back down from. It aggravates me. She has no respect. Not for me as a woman, nor her Queen.
Petle rushes into the throne room, a notebook in her hand. She gives me a quick smile before she sets up to take notes.
I was kind of hoping this inquisition would occur off the record, but I can hardly ask Petle to leave now.
“State your name,” Petle snaps at her.
I give my assistant a curious look. Her tone wasn’t business like at all. Does she have some kind of grievance against this woman as well?
Petle catches my eye and gives me a look of solidarity that makes me hide my smile. Yes, it seems that this Letisha is a known troublemaker.
The fact that Letisha gives her a level look now only further serves to piss me off.
“Letisha,” she states back coldly. “How is Griff doing, by the way?”
I watch as Petle’s face goes the color of beetroot and she snaps her pen in half. “Don’t you dare mention his name to me, you little slut,” she hisses before she takes in a deep breath and gives me an apologetic look.
The door opens a fraction and Rath slips inside silently with a questioning look on his face.
Letisha smirks and then looks back at me. “You asked to see me?” she says.
I bite my lip. She has gotten on my proper bad side.
Rath is behind her in a flash, digging his staff into her back. “Say that again with more respect,” he whispers into her ear.
She freezes for a second before she turns to him with a sultry smile. She takes in