MADELINE'S POV

"Yes, please come in." Madeline muttered gently.

Her hands frozen above her hair, she dragged her gaze away from the bedside mirror, and peered directly at the door, curious about the unruly visitor.

The people who normally came to her room where maids, and some guards she was familiar with, and they rarely knocked. So? Who was this?

Madeline's brow wrinkled, she pulled her hands from her hair, straightening as she waited for whomever was at the door to come. And to ...