For the rest of the evening in that moonlight garden, Arthur didn’t release me from his gaze.
He didn’t touch me again, didn’t question me further—he just watched. Observed. And Studied me like I was an unfamiliar weapon someone had slipped into his courtyard.
By the time he finally turned and left me, my nerves were already frayed to threads.
But the moment I stepped out heading to my quarters, a guard blocked my path.
“Chef Daniel,” he said roughly, “new orders from His Highness.”
I froze.
Of course here we go again.
“What orders?” I asked carefully.
The guard didn’t seem pleased. “You are to remain within sight of either the prince or his personal guards at all times. You are not to leave the palace grounds without direct permission.”
My heart dropped to my stomach.
Arthur was
