Bailey’s POV
After some negotiation and several silent battles fought behind closed doors, they finally allowed me to walk the palace grounds without an escort.
Not beyond the gates. Not into the city.
Just the inner courtyards. The library halls. The gardens stretch behind the western wing.
Freedom, measured and rationed.
The first time I stepped into the main courtyard alone, I felt it immediately.
The shift.
Conversations faltered. Murmurs rippled. Heads turned.
I kept my spine straight as I descended the marble steps, my shoes striking the stone in calm, even rhythm. I dressed better now; silk instead of servant cotton, subtle embroidery instead of plain hems. The transformation was visible.
So was the scrutiny.
I resisted the urge to adjust the neckline that concealed the ma
