CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
I push past Nina’s worried protests and step out into the hallway, following the growing noise drifting in from the front grounds. A security guard hurries by, and I stop him.
“What’s going on out there?”
He gives a small, respectful bow. “The shouting is coming from beyond the main gates, my lady. A group of farmers is protesting the tax increases.”
Then he heads off again, already speaking into his radio.
I stand still, my brain clicking immediately to the argument I overheard between Adrian and former Queen Ravenna, that cold, clipped conversation about rising taxes and “public unrest.”
So this is what that was about.
I let out a quiet, humorless laugh.
Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.
The mighty King Adrian Drakonis, the same man that can bully me into
