CHAPTER 86
But that wouldn't stop her from getting exactly what she wanted. She soon carried a white docket, her eyes narrowing as she jotted down a note.
"Today shall be the day I save my identity. Commander Robert shall be killed."
She wrote the date beneath the words, staring at it for a long moment before slipping the paper into an envelope. After sealing it, she placed it somewhere only she knew, somewhere no one would ever find.
A knock sounded at the door. Grace released a small, knowing frown. "I just want to rest. Can the people of Alagascar not wait?"
Stretching her legs, she went to open the door.
Standing there was Mathew Sterrn, his posture as regal as ever. The pain from his bruises had faded, but he still held himself stiffly.
"Mathew," Grace said in a tired voice.
Mathew gave a faint smile. "May I?" he asked, gesturing toward the chamber.
Grace nodded and stepped aside.
"King," he began, giving her a steady look.
