Hilda’s POV
This has always been her problem. Too nosey and too careless. She thought no one saw her but I saw her.
She thought she was clever, hiding in the shadows like that. But I’ve learned a thing or two from Zena. how to feel a presence before it speaks, how to smell fear.
Camilla was listening. I know she didn’t hear everything, but she heard enough. Enough to put two and two together and figure out what was going on. She's going to ruin everything.
The moment I left that corridor, I didn’t go back to the feast. I went straight to Henry’s quarters, heart pounding beneath my ribs, not with guilt, but fury.
He opened the door. His shirt half-unbuttoned, and already halfway to annoyance.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble it took to get that assassin through the gate without
