Chapter thirteen:

AMELIA’s POV They were Talon’s men. They stopped to smoke tobacco. They dared not do it in the carriage, as they would be fished out later on and get punished. I had seen a guard being whipped for smoking in the carriage. “I wondered why the beta would do such a thing, knowing the consequences of they get caught. I mean the girl is beautiful, but she's the king’s breeder!” One of them exclaimed. “I wouldn't blame her though, you should see the way the king treats her. Plus the way she gets over worked, I would probably the same if it were me.” Another added. “How do you know all these Mister goody two shoes?” The one who had spoken earlier sneered at the other one. “I’ve been stationed in the palace sometimes so…I see these things.” He shrugged. “We should probably get going before the commander punishes us for late coming.” The other one chuckled, throwing the stuff away before walking to the carriage. The carriage drove away, and I sighed in relief. We hid there for a moment, in case