Lyanna's POV

I stood outside the king's chamber as I paced around, hoping whatever happened would just be a dream. How could I have landed myself in trouble with just a meal I cooked?

I made sure there was no room for mistakes, so how could I have missed such details about his food preparation?

“I’m really going to lose my head if the king gets sick because of me. Everything would be over!” I panicked, holding my face, and the throat guards nearby gave me a weird look.

I would have run ...