"My queen!" The two maids bowed their heads, shocked written all over their faces. I could see their hands brushing their skirts, arranging them properly. My heart clenched, my throat tightened as I tried to swallow.
My fingers clenched the basket of fruits in my hand. Was Godfrey sleeping with the maids?
Why haven't I ever thought of it before? He could be receiving love elsewhere and that is why he doesn't want to have anything to do with me. After all, the servant's quarters are different and far from my chambers.
"Where…" My words failed me. Clearing my throat and acting like I wasn't affected even though I was, my eyes darkened as I asked again,
"Where are you both coming from? And what the hell are you both doing in the male's quarters?"
"We… we are sorry, my queen," they bo
