Chapter 10

She did as the King asked.

While she ate, Ayla kept wondering what this dinner was about. She came prepared to serve but instead, she was sitting at the same table as the King, next to him, eating from the food he put on the plate for her.

And the Paladins. On the way from Myrthana to Nordmar, they avoided her like the plague. She thought they hated her, but here they were, smiling and joking with her. The only one that seemed not to like her was Godefray. His green eyes seemed filled with poison each time he looked at her.

Even the King seemed different. He wasn’t exactly happy with her being in his home, but he was less angry. Maybe she could survive Nordmar. If only she knew what the King’s plans for her were.

“Wine?” the King asked her.

She was never allowed to drink before. “Yes?”

“You don’t seem too sure you want wine,” King Rhobart said while reaching for her goblet with his right hand. Ayla’s eyes tracked his hand, and to her shock, she saw a banda