Kaira’s POV
I assumed the queen was very okay as I walked back to our quarters. I drooled over the dinner I was about to have in my head as I walked. It was a silent walk, the packhouse glistening in lights and the punch of guards that passed by me were all stationed to walk in a line without moving or talking.
“Mmm.” The sound left me as I cornered to the side allowing them to pass in their number.
“Kaira?!” My friend called me from the side of the hallway.
“Why are you outside? Have you eaten dinner?!” I asked her and she smiled weakly.
“No, not yet. The dinner is empty now though, I hope Freya and her cohorts have all fled.” She said and my eyes scanned her lips.
“What’s going on?!” I asked her and she smirked, turning her eyes in a round clock.
“Freya returned from shopping for
