Before I can change my mind, I gather myself and slip out the bedroom door, sneaking through the hallways until I finally find my way out of the maze of a house. Only once does a servant try to stop me. I’m almost to the front door when a guard steps in front of me, “Miss, you don’t have permission to leave.”
I notch my chin up and glare at the man. “Are you going to stop me?”
He looks as though he wants to do just that. He frowns deeply, eyeing me closely. I can almost see the thoughts scrolling through his head. Yes he has orders not to let me leave, but he also knows I’m pregnant with his boss’s precious heir. He can’t risk roughing me up if I fight back.
After a moment I decide to test the strength of his resolve, storming past him without another word. When I arrive home a little
