FELDA

What was Elsa doing in my chamber?

Why was she here, in my space, without permission?

My voice cut through the air, sharp and cold. “What is she doing here?”

From the other side of the door, her voice answered, it was steady, but too bold for my liking. “I’m here to see you for something important, Your Grace. Please… allow me.”

I turned slowly toward Arianna, who already shook her head, her eyes narrowing in disgust.

“Don’t allow her,” she hissed. “She’s ...