SAVINA’S POV
Quietly, she came to her feet.
Such a reaction was a vivid image of her every previous morning when Nadia would tend to my wound.
Her stiffness was immediate, as if the woman’s presence brought a drag to the air that even her joyful aura couldn’t take.
And like those moments, she excused herself.
“I’ll go look into breakfast, Your Majesty,” she curtsied and walked swiftly out the door.
From what I’d known, Misha had nothing to do with the royal meals. However, I nodded at the excuse, making a mental note to ask her about it later.
Finally, alone with Nadia, I crawled back into my bed.
“What a close call that was.”
With a subtle look in her eyes, she regarded me questioningly.
“There’s a bit of some talk throughout the Palace about yourself and His Majesty. Sadly
