*Bexley*

Ellison is angry at me. It’s clear from the way he marches away from me, leaving me to rush to keep up. If I thought it was difficult to match his strides when we were going to the king’s office, it’s at least twice as hard now .When we get to the grand staircase, a maid is waiting there for me. “Will you show Miss Kessler to her room, please?”

She bows in compliance, and he turns to walk away.

“Ellison!” I shout after him. He stops but doesn’t turn to look at me. “I’m sorry.”

Slowly, he turns around, that angry scowl still etched in his face. “Are...