Liam’s POV
The past two days had been a blur of meetings, political maneuvers, and responsibilities that left no time for distractions—especially not for Olivia James. But as I dressed for yet another meeting, a soft knock at my study door interrupted my thoughts.
“Your Highness,” the head maid said, bowing slightly, “the new girl hasn’t eaten or drunk anything since her arrival.”
I paused, fixing her with a questioning gaze. “Why?”
“She’s refusing to eat,” the maid explained hesitantly. “She’s demanding that her room be cleaned and that the basics be provided. She brought nothing with her, and it seems she’s holding out until her demands are met.”
I exhaled slowly, setting down the cufflinks I’d been fastening. This girl—this human—was infuriating. Did she not realize she was at my m
