Daniel’s POV
When the royal maid came to fetch me, I already knew that something was not right.
“The Queen wishes to see you,” she said politely, but with all seriousness.
My heart dropped.
Word had spread fast about what happened at the market. I had hoped—foolishly—that I could hide in my room for at least one night. That I could breathe. That I could calm the storm inside me. But who would dare disobey the Queen's summons.
I followed the maid through the long corridors of the palace. Every step I took felt heavy. My body still ached from being thrown to the ground. My arms were bruised. My head felt light.
But none of that compared to the fear inside me.
The trafficker had been captured.
That should have made me feel safe.
Instead, I felt exposed as he has been making suspiciou
