Veronica's POV
The king left for three days to go find a slave witch, and when he does—
instead of punishment she's getting special treatment in his chambers.
I paced the room, seething with anger. What kind of spell did she use on him? He wouldn’t even look at me.
She was just a maid. A slave.
"Why?!" I yelled, and a guard rushed in.
“My lady,” he bowed, “is everything alright?”
“Get out!” I yelled, and the guard hesitated before quickly rushing out.
I made my way to his chambers only to find her on his bed like a little bug I wanted to squash under my feet.
She looked startled when she saw me.
“My lady,” she quickly got up and bowed.
“Saraphina, who do you think you are?” I hissed, slamming the door behind me so hard the force shook the ground.
She flinched at my voice, her e
