I shut the door and stumbled over my foot, rushing into my chambers. I froze at the sight of the bed.
"I assume you saw all you had to," The Queen said, standing up.
"You… you told that maid to lie to me. You planned for me to see that, why?" My voice shook, cracking under the weight of the pain racing through every fibre of my being.
She traced the artifacts in my chambers, grabbing an ornament and dropping it.
"Do you see how easily that ornament broke?" She asked and I managed a nod. "That is how fragile George's infatuation was with you."
"I-Infatuation?"
"Do not be oblivious," She shook her head, brushing me off. "Did you truly believe my son—King of Keyes—would ever stoop to claim a peasant as his queen?" She taunted. "You played Queen for a few days, Anastasia. I wanted to show you the reality. That, in those chambers, is love."
My breath hitched. "We need not have this conversation. I know very well what my place is."
