A week had passed, and my wounds had healed entirely.
I could return to my activities; I returned to the woods and hills behind the mansion. Once again, though, I avoided Elijah.
Ever since the shooting incident, Elijah had barely been at the mansion. He spent most of his time at the castle. I didn't know what he was doing there, but he was probably tracking the guards to solve the problem.
I came downstairs, intending to go to the kitchen, but I bumped into Kat in the hallway. She seemed overwhelmed with the bedsheets she was carrying.
"Queen Delilah," she greeted me cheerfully.
"Where did you come from, Kat?"
"I just finished changing the sheets in King Elijah's room, and luckily, just in time." She let out a sigh of relief. "King Elijah will return to the mansion soon, so I had to
