31. The Tea Invitation

I was relieved Elijah wasn’t angry, but his face had been somber lately. I didn’t know what was bothering him, though I was afraid it was because of what I’d said a few nights ago.

Yes, those words... I told Elijah that I loved him.

He hadn’t responded that night or said anything, even though we’d had such a wild, unforgettable night together. But now I began to question my own words.

Was it too much?

I knew it wasn’t just Elijah’s influence; it was all me. And now I regretted it. A slave like me loving a king. How foolish!

“Queen Delilah?” Vincent’s voice startled me.

I turned and gave him a smile. “Hi, Vincent. I was just admiring the garden’s beauty,” I said quickly.

“Of course, my queen. If it brings you peace.”

“What is it, Vincent?”

“King Elijah would like to see you in his office.”

Elijah wants to talk to me? That’s unusual.

Usually, he bursts into the room and starts yelling.

I nodded and got up, walking to Elijah’s office with Vincent at my side. When we arrived, Vincent open