Sarah’s POV
The next day, I showed up in the dining hall to have breakfast with my father at the exact moment he, too, entered to sit. I noted he preferred an earlier breakfast in comparison to Queen Hellen and Laura’s late morning brunch.
Having been a servant for so long, I was always up before dawn, cleaning or cooking. It was a pattern I didn’t think I could break. The only times I wasn’t up were when I had been beaten and thrown into the dungeon, so weakened that all I could do was sleep. And if I received a punishment near the time, Andrew took my blood, I could be unconscious for days.
My father strolled over and wrapped his powerful arms around me, holding me against his chest and resting his head on mine. Everything about him radiated calm, warmth, and power. I wasn’t used to
