Emily’s POV
I can’t remember when I fell asleep after waking up from the nightmare, a knock on the door woke me up.
It was the King and behind him was a maid, a different one from yesterday, and she was almost younger my age than Avery. She held a tray of breakfast, and after dropping it off, she hurried away, returning with a pair of dresses on hangers. Dropping them off again, she hurried away.
“How did you sleep?” He asked when we were finally alone. His tone made it clear that he wasn't asking because he cared, more like he was compelled to.
“Good”. He nodded understandingly.
“You should do your thing, I’ll be back when I think you are done.” He stated while pointing at the breakfast, the clothes and what I had known yesterday to be the bathroom.
He looked at me intently. No, he
