Ava’s POV

I walk through the flanks of the villa with my red veil wrapped over my head to somewhat mask my identity. My beautiful room has become so porous for abusing my privacy and I no longer feel safe in it. It will only be a matter of minutes before either the Queen or her son’s will pay a lecherous visit to me. I miss my dungeon and it’s the only place I can think of at this trying times of my life. I have no doubt it will afford me the much needed respite I yearn for. I need some time alone to fashion a blueprint for my...