If the palace kitchens were dangerous…
Arthur’s private chambers were something else entirely…far from dangerous.
When the messenger delivered his order, “His Highness requests that you prepare a private dinner for him tonight.”my stomach dropped so hard I nearly lost my balance.
“Private!”
Meaning no witnesses.
Meaning no distractions.
Meaning he could question me as much as he wanted.
I forced myself to breathe as I followed the guard through the palace corridors, holding my ingredients in a tightening grip. Each step echoed like a countdown to my own execution. By the time we reached the massive double doors adorned with silver engravings, my palms were sweating under my sleeves.
The guard bowed.
The doors opened.
And I stepped into the Crown Prince’s world.
Arthur’s chambers
