Hazel’s POV
“Nicholas…help me…” Liora’s voice came out small and trembling, the perfect picture of a wounded innocent. “They’ve been so mean to me…”
I couldn’t help it—I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck.
Classic Liora performance. Ten out of ten for drama.
I relaxed back against the stranger’s chest—his arms still loosely around me—and let out a long, bored sigh. I already knew how this would go. Nicholas would rush to her side, scoop her up, glare at me like I was the villain, and everyone would whisper about how the king always chose his mistress over his queen.
Same old story.
I wasn’t even angry anymore. Just tired.
The training field had gone unnaturally quiet like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the king to pick his mistress over his queen.
