Ariella’s POV
The doors slammed shut, and the hall fell into this thick, heavy silence. Just me and the King.
Alone.
What if I just grab him?
‘Grab him? Girl, what is wrong with you?’ Hazel snapped at me. ‘And you call me the crazy one?’
‘Whatever. This is our dream!’ I squealed to her excitedly.
‘Yay..’ I heard her say back like I forced her to go to a terrible concert and cheer like a diehard fan.
Meanwhile, my heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. King Edric leaned back in his chair, watching me with those piercing black eyes, then crooked a finger…beckoning me closer.
“Come here, little servant.”
It’s time!
I put on my best act…wide eyes, hesitant steps, like a scared little deer. Inside? I was screaming with excitement. This is it, Ariella. Play it smart.
