I was a queen. Naturally, many people wanted to be my informants, especially since my relationship with Duncan had gotten off to a bad start. I was once a prisoner of war, not a woman who had come to the capital of her own free will.
I didn't know where the woman had gotten the idea of being my spy, but I didn't tell anyone about my intentions. Could Davina have done the same? If so, the kingdom was worse than I had thought if the king and queen did not trust each other.
"Thank you, but I don't need a spy. I need you to work as a servant according to your superior's instructions," I declined politely.
"Your Majesty, are you refusing because I was rude when you were the king's slave, uh, I mean, prisoner of war?" she asked.
"No," I replied.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't disobey the queen's or
