Thomas followed the maid. He didn't care for her name, but she was the same maid who came to get him three days before. Thomas touched his neck—the wound had healed completely, but he knew he hadn't recovered from the crown prince putting a sword to his throat. Not just any sword, his own.
This was a bad idea, but he had turned the maid away three times, and each time she came back, desperately pleading. Rose should just ask the crown prince—he wanted nothing to do with this—but yet here he was, making his way to her bedchambers to hear what the issue was.
Thomas decided he wasn't going to do whatever she wanted. He would sternly tell her no and be on his way. He also needed to tell her she couldn't keep summoning him like this.
Chelsy stopped in front of the room and knocked twice. She could feel Thomas's glare on her back. He didn't say anything as she led him here, but his stare was enough to make her tremble in her boots.
