Louises POV
I hurry along the endless corridors of the castle. All the servants are so agitated that it's hard to get past them. No one even spares me a look or a bow for me. I ignore them too and just try to push past them. I hurry into the throne room. Silently and with my head bowed, I walk towards my husband who is sitting there. He sits erect on his throne and looks down at me with an imperious air. He's really incredibly handsome, almost like the man I fell in love with back then. His hard, square face and wispy hair are still attractive to me, but I haven't felt the attraction he once had to me for a long time. I stop short of him and lower myself into a deep bow.
"There you are Louise, I actually expected you to wait here for me," he says imperiously. I always find his manneris
