Chapter 17
Keir
For a reason Keir couldn’t begin to fathom, he hated Tierney thinking he couldn’t get by for a single day while his maid had taken ill. He wasn’t some pampered king who’d never done anything for himself. Life as a soldier was so very different from life among the shimmering, crystal-infused walls of the palace.
He preferred it.
Yet, he smoothed his features, not letting his irritation show. If he had to play the aloof royal with this princess to put distance between them, he would. She’d accused him of not trusting her, but she didn’t understand.
Releasing her and letting her travel to Grima under her own control was the ultimate trust. There were so many things she could have told the enemy, and yet, she’d returned.
Tierney’s maid, Yvonne, bumped into the table with
