#Chapter 222: They Can’t Trap Him

“This was more than a mere slight,” I snap. “Your butler shot the King!” Gladys gives me a vague sort of look, like she’s not apologetic or sympathetic at all. Caleb wraps his arm around me, placing his hand on the small of my back. “It’s alright, Harper,” Caleb says. Though he has been more calm through this entire ordeal more than I would have expected from him, right now, he seems impossibly relaxed. “He shot you,” I say. I don’t want him to rage, like the butler and Gladys seemingly both expected but some measure of outrage for his own well-being would be preferable here. “They can’t do that to you.” “No,” Caleb replies. Looking at me, he gazes deeply into my eyes. As I seemingly calm him, he now does the same for me. He’s alive and unharmed and I am grateful for that. But I would be even more grateful if he didn’t get shot at all. “Peace, Harper.” How strange, to hear that from him. Yet no one seems more surprised that Gladys, who stares from him to me with such sho