Clothed and ready, I stepped out from the screen, my gaze sweeping the space, stopping on the bed. The coverlet was wrinkled from where my belongings had been piled before being put into trunks. Would I get to sleep in this room again? Or would I be sharing Zavier’s bed tonight? I shuddered. “Brielle, leave us,” Margot ordered. “Yes, Majesty.” My lady’s maid curtsied and hastened to the door. She had her own packing to do if she was to accompany me to Turah. Margot waited until the door clicked shut. “You’ll need to bed him.” Shades. “Are we really having this conversation?”
