FELDA
“Let me through,” I commanded the guards standing at King Rowan's chamber door, but instead of moving, they only bowed to me.
“I said, let me through,” I repeated, my voice louder this time, as if they hadn't heard me the first time.
The one on the right side bowed again. “I'm sorry, Queen Felda… the King instructed us not to allow anyone inside.”
The other three hefty men joined him, bowing their heads as if that would stop me.
“Including me?” I asked coldly.
He didn’t answer.
“Raise your head!” I snapped, forcing the words through clenched teeth.
He slowly raised his head, but avoided my eyes like I was a curse he didn’t want to catch. “Tell him it’s Felda. It's me. I need to see him.”
“We’re sorry…” another guard tried to chip in, but the moment his voice reached my ears,
