Queen Venice’s POV.
Sir Alfred stood facing downwards. I wondered what his problem was. The answers he kept giving me to every question I had asked already seemed either too vague or too straight.
I groaned silently in my wheelchair and rolled myself to my bedside. He followed me, of course.
“Where did the king go tonight? He never leaves the palace by this time unless something has happened.” I said, looking at him.
“My queen, I really don’t know why he left the palace. He just left after his meeting with my lady Emily.” He replied, finally looking at me.
“He met with her again after you all came back from saving her ass?”
“What happened between them? Tell me!” I said.
“My queen, I really cannot say, but I heard them howling at themselves and when I went into the room, he almost h
