That voice.
It echoed still, even now as I moved through the castles upper halls, surrounded by the deafening silence that followed me since I woke up a week ago.
My throat was wrapped in a heavily-scented gauze that dulled the simmering effects of silver that had scarred me, remnants of an attack the King had saved me from. Though I have no memory of it – or of the life he claims I have within the kingdom.
A life as a librarian and maid, serving the King however I could until my birthday, when he discovered I was his mate. I had been attacked shortly after, my memories hazy of anything but the flashes of extreme pain, begging and again – that voice.
I shook my head, glancing behind me as I continued to the balcony overlooking the castles courtyard, seeing the hurried movements of
