IMELDA'S POV

I know Becca asked me to meet the Queen so I can complete whatever training I had left to perfect but right now, all I wanted to do was to avoid the Queen. Her presence spelt nothing but doom and and I most definitely wasn't looking forward to the impending torture awaiting me if I began my training with her.

The best thing to do at the moment was to hide or better still run.

I hurried off in the other direction, taking off my shoes so as not to make much of a sound. The maids who walked past me glanced at me curiously with eyes that...