Birdie's POV;
"Your majesty...I...I don't..."
"Don't make me ask you another time."
I swallowed a lump in my throat. My heart beat so fast I feared it would explode right in my chest. Fear clogged my chest and I couldn't breathe. Hot tears clouded my eyes, and I inhaled sharply.
Oh s**t. Now I've pissed him off!
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I didn't...I didn't mean to..."
He blinked. And in that instant his eyes reverted to their initial color. "What? Why are you sorry?"
"I..." My lips wobbled and my throat tightened.
"It's not your fault. Whatever happened, it's not your fault. Am I clear?"
I took a step back. He held me steady, his grip impossible to weasel out of. Davina's warning flashed through my mind again. "Your majesty...I have to get back to work now."
"You're not going
