She had practically run back to her room.
He hated her.
The look on his face had confirmed it for her.
And he wanted her gone, he had said so himself.
What then was the point of staying and prolonging the agony for the two of them?
As she ascended the tower to her room, her legs gave way and she fell to her knees sharply.
Her olive-skinned guard was behind her within seconds, lifting her up by the waist.
She nodded at him and grasped the rail to steady herself.
Her mind was already made up.
She was leaving.
But she would still have to find a way to prove her innocence. The fact that the maid that served her could not be found meant that someone had gone through the trouble of poisoning her and covering their tracks.
She spun around and looked at him.
"That night… did you see the maid that served me food?"
He just stared at her, his large and round eyes soft with sympathy.
"Yes." His voice was so soft she almost didn't hear him.
