TOVA Birgir squeezed my upper arm gently, guiding me to follow the guard. “Come with me,” I whispered, frantically. “I can’t, Little One. I’ve not been invited. You will be fine. I won’t take my eyes off of you,” he cooed reassuringly into my ear. I wasn’t placated. I knew that the High King could do whatever he wanted to me, including death, and there wouldn’t be a thing Birgir could do. I followed the guard, trying not to look like I was being led to the gallows. I passed Lady Ulka who gave me a sympathetic smile and a conspiratory wink. Normally I would find that funny but not tonight. Tonight just turned for the worse for me. The guard held my chair and I slipped into it like I had been taught. He started to slide it in, and I moved with the chair, causing it to loudly clank on the ground and my face to redden. One of the King’s Concubines giggled, and several other gu
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