Emily’s POV.
My eyes trailed the guards in their armors as they piled up in an orderly manner, creating a major space in their center so we could pass. I felt jittery butterflies in my stomach. After so much persuasion and quarrels, I was finally going to see him.
Sir Alfred led the way with Mrs Claire right behind him and, finally, I was walking by her side. She was holding my hands abnormally. I couldn’t specially place the reason why she was holding me in that way. Ignoring the looks I got from the guards who had their spears in their hands ready to attack or fight if need be, I eyed one of them and walked away, heading to the room.
I thought that it was all the guards, but no, I was very wrong. At the hem of the stairs, there were about ten more guards who stood ready.
My eyes sc
