The Wolf's Den
“I’m sorry, my Lady, but the King gave us strict orders to keep an eye on you at any cost,” one of the four guards that were positioned on the door of Julian’s bedroom informed Alina, looking down at the floor respectfully, but his tone was clear. They weren’t going to let her go. Alina could only imagine the specific words Julian had used. And she felt bad for breaking yet another promise she had given him in less than twenty-four hours. But this was important. If the loud beating of her heart was any indication, this was a life-death situation. And Alina wasn’t about to let a few guards stop her, no matter the fact they were only doing their job. “I was just going to meet the King,” she lied with a straight face, something she was used to by now, unfortunately. “There’s no need to kee
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