ELORA

After spending so much time with the king as we planned the raid, it was unsettling that I hadn't set eyes on him in days. Of course, I could feel his commandeering presence in the palace but he hadn't summoned me.

I shook my head, reminding myself that he didn't need me. I was just his mistress. But I couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that perhaps I had done something wrong. The last memory I remembered of him was the night we shared my bed.

Was the king still furious about the incident?

But why should he be?

Wasn't it a duty for me to bear his child?

Running...