I laid delicately on the baroque white chaise lounge in a silk white nightdress that Constantine had picked out for me, while my female servants surrounded me grooming me for my meeting with him.
Despite his false promises to protect me, I was still determined to be White Queen, and if spending time with him would get him to trust me, then I'd do what I had to do to ensure I got what I wanted.
I casually inspected my red-painted nails when there was a sudden knock on the door, and I sat up, dismissing my handmaidens as I raked my manicured hands through my loosely curled hair.
"Come in,"
Constantine entered the room, gently closing the door behind him. I saw him holding a tray of food. The thought of food made me nauseous. He placed the plate of Dover sole with spinach an
