Sienna’s POV
The King was summoning me, and all that ever made me feel was sick to my core. I was starting to think I couldn’t trust that man, that maybe he was the villain here, and had been all along.
I stepped into a conference room like the one I’d seen him in the last time, a sweat immediately breaking out across my palms.
“Your Majesty,” I said as politely as I could muster up, sitting in the chair across from him, trying so hard not to spiral.
“Sienna.” His first name basis with me was terrifying, and I wished, more than anything, that he’d just address me like the middle class citizen I was.
“And how have things been since the great reveal?” The King raised his eyebrows expectantly, like he was completely entitled to the business of my personal life.
