CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
By the time we reach the doors of my chambers, my body feels heavier than my heart and that’s saying something.
Frederick still holds my hand, warm and steady, as if afraid I’ll collapse the moment he lets go. The guards posted outside bow to him, eyes flickering in confusion at the sight of the king’s brother escorting me so protectively.
He pushes the door open and guides me inside like I’m fragile porcelain, and for once… I let him.
The moment we enter, the calm silence of my chambers wraps around me. Soft curtains sway gently from the balcony, the fading sun painting gold across the marble floor. Everything looks serene.
Nothing feels serene.
Frederick shuts the door behind us, turning back to me with that same mix of anger and concern that has been burning i
