~Karen~
I was still speaking to Grace, making sure she understood exactly what needed to be done, when an omega ran up to me. She looked nervous, her head bowed as she stopped a few feet away.
“My lady,” she said, “The queen has requested that you meet her in the women’s only hall.”
“Why?” I asked sharply.
The omega shifted uncomfortably. “The queen commanded that we all sympathize with you since you are mourning someone you have lost.”
My face squeezed in a deep frown. Was this some kind of game to Storme? I never asked for anyone to help me with mourning, or sympathize with me; yet, she had decided to take it upon herself to do just that. And not only that, she even gathered almost the females in the whole household for that.
I clenched my fists at my sides, hate and fury swirling
