Chapter 15

Amelia

I step out of the bathroom, the warmth of the steam still clinging to my skin after rinsing off all the soap. Beatrice has thoughtfully laid out nightwear for me, and I offer her a grateful smile as I slip it on. Settling under the covers, I’m on the verge of drifting into a peaceful slumber when a knock interrupts the tranquility.

Beatrice climbs out of bed to answer. Their hushed conversation floats back to me as I wait for her to finish talking to the person at the door. Concern prickles at the edges of my consciousness, fearing it might be Ember or Nickolas looking for me.

“Is everything alright?” I inquire as Beatrice returns, clutching a shopping bag in her hand. I hold my breath, hoping against hope that my fears are unfounded.

“Get dressed. You’re serving His Majesty in bed tonight,” she says, tossing the bag onto the foot of my bed.

My chest tightens, and I stare at her in disbelief, silently praying that I misheard.

Beatri