Chapter 14 : The Truth About Her Mate

Ayda's POV "Lady Narcissa would like a word with you." The coach was late, and the stable hands were too busy attending to the various guests' horses and carriages to offer help there. "I don't like the sound of that," Nicolette breathed. The wind was an awful tempest outside, sharp and cold against your skin, leeching any warmth straight to the bones. The sky was an aged bone-white dome that robbed the sun of his exit so that only a dulled pinprick of light descended into the horizon. The whole world felt like it was on the precipice of tragedy, collectively holding its breath before news broke out. It had felt like this when the Uprising was quelled when the Morning Post was struggling to tally all the destruction that was left behind when the dust had settled. My stomach fluttered uneasily as I tried to glean what I could on the maid's face, but she showed me nothing. The wind changed direction abruptly, knocking my felted cartwheel hat off my wave