Dallas’ p.o.v.
We can all hear the panic in Quinlan’s voice and I throw the door of our room open to see a very scantily clothed woman standing in the doorway of Quinlan’s room.
My jaw drops at Everett’s remark and the way he looks at her, but I also feel his giddiness through our bond. That f*****g i***t is toying with her and she doesn’t know it yet.
“No, I am not lost. As the future King, your Brother needs a pretty Queen, who knows how to deal with Servants, organizing parties and entertaining guests.” She answers him.
“Is this how Mom entertains guests?” Everett asks Quinlan with a straight face and the horror on Quinlan’s face sends my Maes back into our room. For Everett’s sake, I hope that we are the only ones who heard his question.
I see Uncle Vaughn approaching with the for
