Mrs Claire’s POV.
My legs were clinging against the floor as I walked slowly going up the stairs to her room. Her food was with me and I rolled them carefully on the wheel, trying not to pour away the meal.
I climbed up to her room and was ready to go in. I was inside now and she was nowhere to be found. I asked the guards by the door and they told me of her undying decision to go after her mate, the king.
Now as I stood inside the room looking at her face and staring around even after Emily had adamantly refused to listen to me and stay put, the thoughts of how everything played out the morning my daughter died were going through my mind.
“Emily, please listen to me. You can’t!” I said to her, watching her gather some clothes trying to dress up to leave.
I was ready to go after he
