Leia’s POV.
The castle was shrouded in midnight’s silence. Everyone has retired to their chambers—my cousin and his mate too.
Slowly, I stepped out of my room and quietly shut the door after me. My cloak billowed after me as I hurried down the hallways of the castle, clutching tight the incense burner in my hands.
Footsteps inched closer and I dodged, stepping into the shadows of a nearby alcove. Two guards strolled past, their voices low as they patrolled the area.
Heaving a sigh, I stepped out from my hiding and continued in my tracks, doubling my steps. I arrived at the royal kitchen stuffed enough fruits and bread in my pockets, and also refilled my water can.
Again, footsteps inched towards me. Quickly gathering my things, I ducked behind an inbuilt shelf.
It was a chef. He rumm
