Azzam had hurried me out of the palace while I was still in shock and consumed by grief. I hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye to my friends. He had assured me he had informed the royals of his actions on my behalf, and that they would contact me in the following days. But what if he hadn’t told them at all? What if he’d told them something entirely different? It was incomprehensible. What possible reason could he have to lie?
