ALESSIA'S POV:
I sat on the bed and stared at the dagger as he shut the door. What was this about?
"There's no way he cares about what happens to me," I muttered and scoffed.
The scabbard was well made—leather, fancy, and with a few words imprinted on it.
"Lord over all," I muttered, translating it from the language it was written in.
Was this some kind of message?
Another of his stupid schemes?
What did giving me a dagger mean?
There was no way he just gave it to me for my protection. I didn't want to think so.
I exhaled and looked at the door.
I couldn't tell what he had planned, but I was going to start doing things how I wanted.
The thought of being played in his trick with the driver and guards made me chuckle. I'd been too desperate to notice such a simple trick.
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