Fiona - POV
After hearing Ella’s voice call out, “Master Jasper,” he stepped away from me abruptly, his sword lowering and cutting off the proximity that had me frozen in place. My sword lay abandoned on the ground, but my gaze lingered on his. Jasper’s intense stare made my skin prickle—it always did, and I hated how it unsettled me.
In a cold tone, he said, “Get going. The match is about to start.”
Fortunately, it seemed he hadn’t uncovered my true identity, and I didn’t plan to give him more reasons to doubt me.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I said, bowing my head quickly. As I turned to leave, my eyes briefly met Ella’s. She was staring at me with suspicion, and her sharp gaze followed me until I was out of sight.
Once I reached my room, I bolted the door and let out a shaky sigh of relief
