"Esmerelda!"
A chill goes through me at the sound of my name from down the hall. He doesn"t know how to ask for someone"s assistance without being an ass.
"Esmerelda!" he shouts again, already becoming impatient with me.
I"m coming you stupid asshole. Doesn"t he understand that people can be in the middle of doing something? And in my case, that something is looking after his child.
I"m coming you stupid asshole.Despite my thoughts, I force my face to stay neutral and shift the baby in my arms. My poor lamb. He was napping so peacefully when his father"s aide burst into the nursery to tell me the King demanded my presence and his heir.
The aide has already disappeared. I don"t blame him. It"s best to be out of the way when dear King Robert is in one of his moods.
dear King RobertBut
