Chapter 50

Danika noticed that she’d slept until midday. Her eyes hurt badly from crying so hard the day before, and they were swollen—she could feel it.

The king had let her sleep here, she realised, at the feel of the soft mattress. She’d slept all night and morning. Oh no, what about Sally!?

Her eyes found the king standing in his wardrobe and the wicked mistress standing at the door. Danika could see the hostility the mistress was trying to hide. She bowed her head slightly in greeting to the mistress before she forced her legs to move. She got down from the bed, her body hurting with every movement she made.

Danika stood on her feet—the aching muscles of her legs threatened to give out from under her—but she bit the inside of her cheek and forced her legs to stand. She’d never give this mistress the satisfaction of seeing her weak, and wobbly. She held the bed sheets tight around herself as she walked to the place her clothes were and picked them up.