She couldn't sleep last night, no matter how hard she tried. When morning came, Queen Fortuna felt the same restlessness. Still in her nightwear, she got out of bed and walked to the door. She looked outside. There was no sign of the king.
Had he gone to Katrina last night?
After what she told him, she doubted he would be in the mood for romance.
Closing the door softly, Queen Fortuna leaned against it. Her heart was heavy. Karl was still being stubborn about not forgiving her. She knew how he was—he didn't let things go easily. He might stay calm for a while, but when he finally reacted, it was always final.
Would he have given the same punishment if it had been Katrina who lied to him?
A knock came at the door. She quickly stepped away and told the person to come in. The door opened, and Angelina walked in with a smile. Three maids followed, carrying trays.
Queen Fortuna frowned. She had been expecting the king, not them.
