Chapter 11
Amelie POV
Standing in front of the king, I stare down at the floor and clench my fists beside me as my blood boils in rage. The urge to grab a dagger and stab him right in his heart until he breaths his last spurs through me, but if I don't want those prisoners to suffer, I need to be calm and not do anything stupid, else I will regret it.
Well, he sent for me a few minutes ago, and now, it's only the two of us in his room, and instead of attending to me so I can get the hell out of her, he's busy going through a book.
"You sent for me, your Highness," I break the dead silence and remind him, in case he has forgotten that I'm still here, which I know he's aware of very much.
"Amelie..." He calls softly, dropping the book on the bed and standing up to his feet. It takes me
