There was nothing that I could think that helped to reassure my roiling mind. I had no way to explain how Alexander had come to be in procession of my portrait. Or how it ended up the hidden drawer of his desk.
We had never met before, of that, I was sure.
So how did he come to have it?
It was obvious that he had not looked at the item in question for some time, based off of the amount of undisturbed dust that was gathered there. But it was still there.
A shiver ran down my spin, and fear sparked in the pit of my stomach.
Had he known I would come this whole time. Was he expecting me to arrive? No surely that couldn’t be the case. He was so cold towards me when we met in the throne room.
If anything, he seemed annoyed I was there at all.
I twirled the locket in my hand, in con
