‘Mrs Fields, this is Maia. Maia, this is Mrs Fields, my Head Housekeeper. Please escort Maia to her room, the room next to mine. Get the staff to tend to her wrists, and tell the cook to make whatever she wants for dinner. I will be accompanying her for dinner,’ King Fenris says.
‘Yes, my Lord,’ she says, curtsying, and taking my hand.
‘Maia, I have some urgent matters I need to tend to. I’ll join you for dinner, and we can discuss the war and so forth,’ he says, kindly.
‘Yes, I’d like that. Thank you,’ I say.
Mrs Fields leads me up quite the grand staircase, along a lengthy passage, and into a stunning bedroom, with a Queen-sized four-poster bed, and a balcony. I run outside through two opens doors, and onto the balcony and admire the views.
‘The view is breath-taking,’ I
