I had never seen the woman who was standing there before, but instantly, I knew who she must be.

She was wearing a long, flowing purple gown with a robe over the top that reached the ground. Made of black velvet, the purple feathers at her shoulders made the robe look fit for a royal lady.

And that was exactly who was wearing it.

“Lady Nita, Your Highness,” Jake said, bowing low as he moved aside for her to come into the room.

“Greetings, Beta ...