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Kayla's POV “Where did you go Kayla? And what the hell are you wearing?!” The King yelled in frustration. I blinked, my heart racing. The maid’s outfit I had borrowed from Azel suddenly felt too tight. “I— I just wanted to help. You know, do something useful…” My voice wavered, but I forced myself to keep talking, trying to sound casual, like this wasn’t a big deal. He narrowed his eyes, stepping closer, towering over me. “Help?” His tone was laced with disbelief. “Is this your idea of helping, Kayla? Dressing up as a maid and sneaking around the palace after I’ve told you, I warned you, time and time again, to stay out of trouble?” “I wasn’t sneaking around!” I shot back, but it sounded weak, even to me. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to stay calm. “I just… I was curious to