Plans

[HELENA’s Point-of-View]

[A week before…]

“Please, your Grace! I have nothing to do with that woman! We only met once in the brothel and also once here in the palace garden but nothing more than that! I didn’t come here after she offered me to work in the palace kitchen!”

I raised an eyebrow at her. The tall woman, one of my favorite torturers lifted her face on me, waiting for my signal to pull another nail from the wh*re’s hand. I gazed at the woman with stoic eyes. I don’t feel any remorse for her kind at all. She is one of Emyr’s favorites in that brothel and that is what makes me hate her. I scoffed. I hate that Emyr still entertains himself with the likes of her when I am just here in the palace willing to give my every second to him. And yet, he still sneaks sometimes, searching for pleasure on one of his favorite slave girls.

“What did you and Eodelle Wycliffe talk about? Did she say anything about me or anything about Headow Stronghold?!” I asked her contemptuously, wanting t