Hours later, Camille sat in her bedchamber alone with Hayden, who was resting.
Most of her worries had passed as she had spoken to the court, the town guards, and even Hayden's parents, who had agreed to take the children away and would return at a later time to see how Hayden was faring.
Most of the visitors had been sympathetic to the position she was in due to her injuries, offering words of pity that only deepened her bitterness.
Camille bit at her nail, worried about when her guard would be released from the hold of the town guards.
'If they keep him arrested, he will speak', Camille thought, her stomach twisting with dread.
She bit at her nail until it tore off. She looked down at the jagged piece, disgusted with herself, yet unable to stop.
