DAMON’S POV
Something was wrong, I knew it. The problem was that Elodie refused to admit it And lately Lately she had become very good at making me question myself. I stood outside her chamber doors longer than necessary. Longer than made sense. The guards stood silently several feet away. Watching nothing. Seeing nothing. Useless.
“Did she eat?”
One guard straightened immediately.
“No, Your Majesty.”
“How much?”
“Very little.”
Anger moved sharply through my chest, not anger. Frustration. No. Something worse because she had barely eaten yesterday. Barely moved. Barely looked at me and when she did. She looked tired. Too tired. Pale. Weak. Wrong.
“She refused breakfast again this morning.”
My jaw tightened.
“Did the physician come?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“And?”
The guard hesitat
