The next morning, Hunter dressed in his fighting clothes and left in search of the butler.
"Good morning, Your Highness." Hunter nodded to their greetings and stopped a maid.
"Where is the butler?" Hunter asked the blushing maid, whose heated gaze he ignored.
"Your Highness, the butler is in his study. Shall I fetch him for you?" the maid asked softly, batting her eyelashes and pursing her lips in a bid to catch Hunter's attention.
The maid had set her eyes on Hunter the day he came to the castle and had always hoped to become his bedwarmer.
She assumed his political marriage meant he was fair game—it wasn't unusual for nobles to take maids as bedwarmers, and she was confident in her looks.
Hunter, who was ignorant of her thoughts, was focused on challenging the queen's guards in a fight.
"Lead the way to his study," Hunter ordered in a slightly rushed tone, unable to hold his excitement—his hands itched for a fight, and he needed to improve and challenge the queen again.
