Kendell

The cool breeze of the night found its way through my open windows.

I just needed a distraction—anything to stop me from going into Alexa's chamber.

It was growing uncomfortably difficult with each passing day.

Why had George refused to see Alexa? Was something wrong?

And his bloody hands... I hadn’t seen George that upset in a while. What could have caused it?

"Your Majesty..." A voice distracted me.

"Yes?" I responded, my tone sharper than I intended.

"The guard ...