Chapter Seventeen

Emily’s POV

I couldn’t remember when I fell asleep after waking up from the nightmare, but a knock on the door woke me up.

It was the King and behind him was a maid a different one from yesterday and she was younger almost my age or Avery’s. She held a tray of breakfast, after dropping it off, she hurried away, returning with a pair of dresses in hangers, dropping them off again, she hurried away.

“How did you sleep?” He asked when we were finally alone. His tone made it clear that he wasn't asking because he cared, more like he was compelled to.

“Good”

He nodded understandingly before saying “You should do your thing, I’ll be back when I think you are done.” He stated while pointing at the breakfast, the clothes and what I had know yesterday to be the bathroom.

He looked at me intently. No he was looking at whatever Father had left on my face. His eyes moved from face to my neck over and over again. My hair was behind me and I had forgotten about the marks around it. He moved closer