Author’s POV
Amelia stepped out of her room and began walking toward the dining hall. She was still on the upper floor, just about to descend the staircase, when Klaus spotted her from where he sat below.
The moment his eyes landed on her, his entire body stiffened. His gaze locked on the bruises scattered across her skin, the ones he had put there and a jolt of panic hit him. She wasn’t wearing makeup to cover them this time. No long sleeves, no high neck, no careful disguise. Every mark was there, raw and visible.
The dining hall was already full. Servants moved quickly to prepare the meal, the clinking of plates echoing against the high walls. Everyone had taken their seats, the King included.
And if the King saw her like this… Klaus knew exactly what would happen.
In a flash of su
