His voice was so gentle. For a moment, Laurel thought she was dreaming, but she soon realized that it was not a dream. She tightened her grip on the frame against her chest and pulled the quilt over her head, hiding from Adolph’s gaze. Anger bloomed in her heart at the realization.
What was he doing here?
Adolph frowned, looking down at her as she vanished beneath the blanket. His stomach turned with discomfort. What had he done now?
“What are you doing here?” Laurel asked, tense and angry.
“I heard them say that you followed a man out of the castle after being yelled at by Basil, and I thought—”
“It’s not of your business, Your Majesty.” Laurel grit her teeth trying to keep her jaw from trembling and the little gasping sob from escaping. Of course, he was only there to see if she had
