Seraphine's pov.
I felt the blood in my veins run dry as he spoke. I stood frozen, wanting the ground to open
and probably swallow me. I slowly started turning around, but his palm held me roughly in place.
"Don't move till I say so," he commanded, his voice icy cold.
"I'm sorry, your highness. I lost track of time and must have eaten slowly," I defended, trying
to weave my way out of this mess I had created.
"Follow me," he said, letting go of my shoulder and turning around.
I swiftly followed behind him as we walked out of the room. We walked through the courtyard
as a few maids had rounded up their daily jobs and stared at me curiously. Some had sympathy in
their eyes while others stared at me with hatred, smirking and probably thinking I deserved this.
We arrived sh
