Chapter Seven
Amalie’s steps echoed off the stone ceiling as she paced in front of the door to the throne room. She’d had to wait two days for an audience with the queen. There was a time when she wouldn’t have had to wait at all.
But as Lady Leroy, she’d spent the past two years criticizing the crown and distancing herself from the woman who’d once treated her kindly.
If Catrine knew how she spent her nights, or who she had locked up back at her estate, any remaining amount of goodwill would vanish.
How had they gotten here?
It was for John, she reminded herself. All for John.
Her first instinct was to offer a trade. Simon for John. But Simon knew the missions she carried out while the rest of the kingdom slept. He knew the name they’d given her.
Admitting she had Simon would revea
