When Nicholas said my name, I stopped where I stood and internally cursed. I was so close to my door.
As far as I could tell, I had two options: apologize for having overheard or deny, deny, deny.
I swiveled on my heel, facing him. “Your Royal Highness! I was looking for you.”
His brow lowered, skeptical. “Why?”
“I… uh… oh! I wanted to tell you about Elva’s allergies.”
Nicholas listened quietly as I explained the things she couldn’t eat, the types of materials she couldn’t have around, and the medicines that gave her reactions.
“I’ll take care of it,” he said, when I was done.
Over his shoulder, standing in the doorway of her room, Lena looked at me, a cold gleam in her eyes.
I shivered.
Over the next few days, I went through intense training to prepare for the game. Both Elva
