Chapter 62
Freda’s POV
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I was escorted by the palace guards to the chamber after Damien left. Reaching my room, I fell flat on the bed, reminiscing about the
information Father had given me.
I was not only pleased that he’d agreed I should escape from Damien, but talking about Mother had warmed my heart. I got to ask more
questions about her.
The torture I’d faced as an Alpha’s wolfless daughter had almost made me forget how special Mother was. When she was still with me, she’d protected me from the bullying in the pack. But after she left, I felt deserted.
Now, her memories were unlocking again. Her good deeds were coming back, and Father was right, she was the best person I could escape to. I began imagining if she missed me or wanted to see me. I wanted to ask if he’d ever asked about me during the six years she’d been gone.
Damien had promised never to leave me alone, but I didn’t want to be in s confinement.
There was no time to think about all that. All I needed to know was how to escape. I’d thought about the pros and cons of involving Christie in
my escape.
I wouldn’t tell her I was leaving. If Damien found out she was involved in my escape, he might cut her throat. I would only ask her questions
about the palace rooms.
A soft knock on the door announced Christie’s presence. She entered with her usual trolley of food. I raised my head from the bed to see her
warm countenance.
‘Such a surprise to see you smile, Christie.” I matched her energy.
“My lady, your food. I prepared it.” She beamed. “This was the first time I was permitted to make food, well technically not authorized. It was my form of punishment. Lady Agatha punished me by making me prepare your food so that when you complained, the king would be upset with me. But when I tasted it, it was good!”
“Surely?”
“Surely, my lady,‘ A giggle escaped her lips.
I walked toward her trolley and took a bite of the grilled salmon. It was indeed smoky and buttery, the flavor rich on my tongue
‘Shall I inform the king to ensure you make my meals? My taste buds are in fire, I might eat every hour.
Her cheeks reddened as she blushed, “You flatter me, Your Highness.
I laughed. ‘Come, sit and eat with me.”
After several compliments and jokes about the food and Lady Agatha, I ha to ask my questions Christie, you once mentioned you were born in this palace. Surely you know your way around.
‘Definitely. Every corner, my lady.”
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“I want to know too. As the queen–to–be, it would be unfair not to know the castle.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. When you’re crowned queen, you’ll be shown around for a whole week.”
“I don’t want to wait until then. Damien will be especially impressed that m quick to learn these little things.”
“Well, what do you want to know?”
“Which room has the best view?”
“The balcony in the east wing. You can see the whole city!”
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“How do I find the library?”
I started with simple, unsuspecting questions. Christie trusted me, and I trusted her. Things would be easier this way. I was glad Damien had
chosen her for me.
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“Second floor, west wing. You can’t miss it!”
She inhaled deeply.
“You’re a lover of books too?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “My best friend used to tease me, saying she didn’t see why humans loved novels. I guess it truly is a hybrid
thing.”
She packed our plates back into the trolley, and I searched my mind for more questions. “Are there any secret rooms or hidden passages?”
I asked, hoping her suspicions weren’t raised. They were.
“What for, my lady? Why do you need such information?”
“Just curiosity from books. I’ve always wanted to ask.”
Rumors. Just old stories. Even if there were, I haven’t seen anything like that. Maybe Madam Agatha might know. She’s been here longer, and well, you know, she has authority, unlike me,‘
“Where are the servant quarters? Where do you all stay?”
“Basement level, near the kitchen.”
“I’ve never been there, I muttered. ‘I’ve never been anywhere.
“You don’t have to be sad about it. The king chooses to protect you. Soon hough, you ll be all over this castle when you’re crowned queen”
“Are there any shortcuts between wings?”
“Well, there’s a servant staircase near the kitchen. It’s faster, but not neat,
“Are there any alarms or traps?”
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“Just the usual locks and bolts. The guards work efficiently, so there’s no need for traps except during war.‘ She paused. “You ask so many questions, my lady. Are you planning to run off before your coronation?”
My heart skipped, but I nervously laughed. “What sort of accusation is that Christie?”
I frowned.
I apologize. I was just teasing. I know you can’t do that. As a hybrid, this is a life–changing opportunity for you. I’m sure you like this treatment and how King Damien treats you. You’re so lucky.”
“Yes. I am,” I responded quietly.
“I’ll take my leave, my queen. Please reach out when you need anything.”
“I will, Christie. Thank you so much for your help.”
As she left the room, I tried to keep the descriptions and images of everything she’d said in my memory. It would be useful at the right time. If I wrote it down, Damien might see it.
If there was any way to keep him unaware, I would do it. I would be nice, loving, or strict if needed, anything to keep him from suspecting until the mate bond pushed me to do more.
“Freda…” The door opened abruptly. Damien walked in with his kingly aura. “I need you to meet someone in the dining area.”
My mouth fell open. Not only was meeting a guest surprising, but leaving my chambers for something other than seeing Father? Damien was starting to become… nice.
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