Rhea POV
“Why?” I blurted out in desperation, my voice even breaking a little.
Mrs. Agnes only sighed, rubbing at her temples. “Even I, at my age, have no idea. This is a first. But since he personally requested you, you’d better hurry before he gets into a bad mood.”
With that, she shoved a cleaning cart into my hands and walked off, leaving me frozen in place, my mind a complete war zone.
Why me? What was he planning?
What if Vivienne had told him what I said? If he knew, he would kill me.
My hands trembled the entire way down the hallway. The guards stopped me, searching me thoroughly before letting me pass.
When I reached the door of his chambers, my hands were shaking so badly I had to curl them into fists. I knocked once, praying no one answered. But then the door creaked open
