Layla’s POV
The throne room humiliation was just the beginning. The days that followed made things so much worse. Camila wasted no time dragging me through hoops to remind me exactly how low I’ve fallen, and today is no different.
She stands above me, with her hands on her hips and a familiar ‘mightier than thou’ look on her face as she looks down at me. She lifts a hand and points, “Those spears are out of place…” she turns, “And those shields need to be organized.”
I turn my head and stare at the rack she points at, noting that—in fact—these items have already been tidied… by me. This morning. They are not out of order, but I can’t say that because arguing would only make it worse.
She wasn’t lying when she told me she’d keep me busy. Every small, insignificant task has been assig
