Ariella’s POV
The former queen…Dorcas…nearly tripped over her own robe in her rush to the door.
Her servants scrambled after her like frightened birds, gathering fabric, shrieking orders, stumbling over one another as they bolted into the hall.
I stayed where I was for three long seconds.
Then I rose slowly. No need to rush. The drama would still be there when I arrived.
I dusted off my knees calmly, smoothed my dress and straightened my sleeves.
Class mattered.
Even when walking into disaster.
Especially this type of premium disaster that you don’t get to see everyday.
A soft tune drifted through my mind as I stepped into the corridor, humming silently to myself as I started walking towards the king’s chamber.
Hazel purred in amusement. ‘You are enjoying this far too much, Ari.’
