It was midday, and Vetta was tired of waiting for the king to wake. She had checked on him countless times and even knocked several times in the morning, but there had been no response.
She was glad that her house arrest was over. The past three days had been hell, but Vetta was prepared to apologize. She would apologize to the king that she went overboard by whipping his slave. She just needed to clear any doubt in the king’s mind. She wanted their relationship to remain solid as usual, without any sort of doubt.
Then she’d deal with Cone’s daughter. In her own time. In a different way, that would never point fingers at her.
With those thoughts and decisions in mind, Vetta went to the king’s chambers and knocked several times. But there’d been no answer.
They locked the door from the
