Nyssa wasn’t happy at all, especially after hearing the news of the king’s slave, Celeste, spending hours in his private study with him; her spies had left nothing out.
“How dare that cunning wench try to gain the king’s favor? Don’t tell me he is already developing a soft spot for her,” she hissed as the maids adorned her head with a silver diadem studded with sapphires.
“Two can play at that game, and I am already the champion,” she muttered, admiring her stature in her teal dress, one that swept the ground as she stood ready to have dinner with the king.
She let the most innocent and elegant smile spread on her face as she walked into the great dining hall to see that he had arrived, taking her seat by his side with a smile.
“My king, it feels like a lifetime since we have had time
