Selene was pacing her room. Too many things had gone wrong recently. Now she was a laughing stock.
In moments like this, she missed Rhylen.
With him, there had been no pretending. No polite games. Just raw lust and reckless passion. He was unlike any man she had ever known, dangerous, intoxicating, impossible to forget... and he could fuck so well.
There was a knock at her door, interrupting her thoughts.
She frowned. Who could it be at this time.
"Enter," she said, masking her irritation.
The door opened slowly. A servant stood there.
"My lady… the Queen requests your presence."
Selene's fingers curled into a fist.
"Now?" she asked.
The servant nodded. "Yes my lady."
"Very well," Selene said coolly. "Tell Her Highness I am on my way."
The servant bowed and left.
Moments later, Selene walked through the long corridors of the palace.
Maravelle was in her chamber when she entered.
