CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Etta's feet carried her through the empty palace halls. The servants hid in alcoves near the kitchen and she knew why. The king's screams permeated the walls.
She followed the sounds to the throne room where two guards waited outside a closed door.
"Open it," she demanded. "Now."
They didn't hesitate in letting her through before closing it behind her.
Alex stood against the wall, near a table laden with food and drink for those in attendance. His mother stood a fair distance away, as did Princess Camille. Various lords and ladies watched him warily.
He had yet to bathe or change, his clothing still crusty with the same dirt that streaked through his hair. He did not look like a king.
A roar ripped through the room as Alex threw a goblet against the wall. It shatte
