GEORGINA'S POV.
“My lady,” Nathan called walking closer to me, his hand placed in his pocket as he approached me, a guard followed him in.
“You,” I growled, giving him a death glare. This bastard seems to be after my peace, he better come up with a better excuse for looking Godfrey up in the dungeon or his head would be my next meal.
“I am well pleased that you keep living up to my expectations except for the fact that you seem not to care about your husband and have carefully evolved your world around this servant boy.”
“What did he do this time Nathan? What could a soldier like him have done in a training ground that led him to be imprisoned?” I demanded, taking in deep breaths to suppress the growing anger.
Nathan smiled walking closer to the bars of the cell. “I don't know wha
