This was her room? It was no better than a cell.
They dared to make her live in this?
“O-Our spare rooms were either cluttered or otherwise occupied, Your Highness,” Alpha Burton stuttered his pathetic excuses, avoiding my silent but enraged glare. “But not to worry, all her things have been relocated to a new, better room.”
She’ll never have to come to this house again, I reminded myself firmly. She’ll have anything she could ever want with me.
Gently, I ushered Maeve away from that unforgiving door and we continued to follow her father’s lead until he stopped ahead of a door at the end of a corridor.
“Here we are,” he said, sweeping the door open.
The new room was decent, but nothing noteworthy. Although roughly thrice the size of what the first room had been, and now with a sizabl
