Chapter 26
I lean against the stone wall outside the king’s chambers. The stone behind my back is cold and so is the air. It’s nowhere near winter, yet I swear the temperature has dropped.
The guard goes back to standing in front of the door as though nothing happened. He doesn’t even look at me, which gives me a chance to look at him.
His helm and uniform are the same as the king’s other personal guards. I saw the king from afar during dreams of festivals and parades. And, of course, there were endless dreams of the prince’s wedding that were dominated by the king.
In all those dreams, the Dark King was always surrounded by guards who looked just like this one. But this guard doesn’t seem to belong to the king.
“Who is the lady you’re protecting?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’
