-LILIAN-
Lord Alexander is unbelievable.
Was me being hated by every eye in this pack, such an appetising idea for him that he had to ask me to leave the maid's quarters and stay in the next chamber almost next to his room? He must hate me. He knew so well that I was going to be envied. The Leige Of Wolves will wage a battle against me.
Avery, and even Theodore.
My chamber felt colder than usual, despite the roaring fire in the hearth. Alexander had left as abruptly as he had appeared, leaving behind not comfort but a chilling sense of dread. The cuffs were gone, a minor victory, but the weight of his words, of the title he had so cruelly bestowed upon me, settled over me like a suffocating shroud. Mistress. A pawn in his "much larger game," as he'd so dismissively put it. A "valuab
