3rd person POV:
Davina stormed through the halls that led to the guards' quarters, her beautiful face drawn into a furious scowl.
He found out.
Of course he would find out. The king was a creature with hundreds of years of knowledge behind him. Davina knew that eventually she wouldn't be able to hide from him.
Or rather the guards won't be able to hide from him.
She had played a dangerous game, toeing the line to see what would tip the scales in her favour before it all went up in flames.
And she had confirmed one thing — the king had a soft spot for that slave.
Anger filled her afresh and she muttered a curse under her breath. That f*****g slave. Davina knew that she was trouble. With her innocent face, she fooled everyone. But Davina wasn't one to be fooled. That girl was troub
