The silence of the room was deafening as she put on her clothes. Danika could practically feel the mistress glaring holes into her back, but she chose not to notice.
Done dressing, she faced the king, whose brows were knitted in concentration as he read a scroll he brought out from his wardrobe. She bowed her head. “Good day, Master.”
“Get out, Danika,” he said without sparing her a glance.
She bowed again and turned towards the door.
The mistress was opening the door, stabbing her with her eyes filled with so much rage and hatred because the king wasn’t watching.
Danika didn’t lower her eyes. Instead, her eyes held the mistress’s.
The woman that had almost killed her. The woman that hated her so much and so openly. The woman who was just coming out from her three days of house arr
