SCARLET’S POV

I could feel his presence as he drew closer and so I walked out of my tent. I want to welcome him when he arrived. I cannot believe that I have gone for this long without seeing him.

My heart started to race in anticipation of his arrival and I paced around the camp anxiously.

“Is everything okay, my queen?” a slave approached me and asked with her head bowed. I could tell that she had been watching me since I came out.

“I am sorry for intruding, my queen, but want to know if there is anything that I could do for you” she added, nervously.

“My...