Did his Father just call him Harry? I thought no one knew that name except...
My lips parted as I gazed into his dark, narrowed eyes. He had been looking at me, and I hadn't even noticed.
"You are safe," he whispered, before staring daggers at his father.
"He called you Harry. I thought no one…"
Shh." He pressed his lips to mine. "Stay right next to me."
Then he fully turned to face the King. I caught Thomas and Maxwell coming to stand beside him.
I scanned the ballroom and saw Matilda hiding behind a flower vase, her mask still on. I wanted to go to her, but Harry's hand squeezed mine.
"Do you know how lowly you have placed yourself?" Marcus barked. "That you picked a maid?"
"This could jeopardize your crown, my King," Richard said, stepping up next to him. My eyes narrowed. He gave me a dark stare, but I didn't back down.
"Words have spread," Richard continued. "You are seen far too often with this maid."
