“Hazel, why didn’t you get me when the princess left last night?” Joseph asks as soon as she walks into the room.
I jump in before she has a chance to answer. I wasn’t thinking clearly when I did it, and I never meant for her to get into trouble for my actions. “I ordered her. I didn’t want to wake you.”
He sighs and turns to me. “You can’t continue to go for walks,” he says gently. “Your body is already doing too much. You can’t handle it.”
“I know,” I admit. I don’t want to tell him just how much I know. I woke up this morning with intense pains in my hips, and I know it’s my fault. I had to try, though.
Joseph’s eyes glass and he frowns. When they clear, they are so full of sympathy. “We’re required for dinner with the king and queen this evening,” he tells me. “The king
