Lucian didn’t say another word to me. Maybe he realized I wasn’t going to beg or thank him for him doing what he should have done in the first place or maybe he didn’t need to hear it anymore.
He stepped out of the room and within minutes, I heard his voice barking orders down the hall.
“Guards. Guards Take her things to the west wing, immediately!”
Then, more softly, but still commanding, “And tell Mira to prepare food.She should make lovely meals for her and if I hear she doesn’t like any of them there will be consequences .”
It was like I’d been dropped into someone else’s life.
Food, a new room after everything? It was obviously a façade.
It felt like a miracle,but the kind that made you flinch, because it was probably a trap.
Still, not long after, two guards came and carefully
