Selvara’s POV

My chest hammered as Queen Celine’s footsteps drew closer. She went straight to the curtain where I was hiding and my hands pressed hard against my mouth, trying to keep even the sound of my breathing silent.

The fabric ripped open in one pull and her eyes landed on mine. My whole body froze and I was sure she would drag me out by the hair. But her brows pulled together like she hadn't seen me. She leaned closer, then looked past me.

“What?” she muttered.

Her eyes ...