Fiona's pov
Celia turned to me the moment the King's guard stepped outside. Her face lit up with delight, at the news of being summoned by the king.
"Celia..." I called with a raised brow. "Is it a happy occasion?"
"Your Highness," she breathed out, clapping her palms together, "I think this means something good!"
"Why so?" I asked, turning around and taking steps towards where Liora lay. "What's so special about the devil himself calling for me?" I bent over my daughter, smoothing her hair and tucking the covers tighter around her. "I'd say he wants to kill me."
"I say he wants to give your bond a chance," she stated, moving closer to me. "Think about it, Your Highness," she began to speak. "You just told me about the mate bond, which he doesn't believe in, but at least he felt some
