Chapter 133

“Do not dare talk back to me! And what are you wearing? Look at your hair. I can’t decide if you want to look like a cheap Nordmarian whore or if you are pretending to be a man.”

“I am wearing what King Rhobart gives me. I can’t make demands of the King. I am nothing more than a slave to him.”

“Ah, but a slave that warms his bed. Too bad he has to find another whore to fuck. We are leaving!” the man said angrily.

Ayla tried to take a step back, but the man grabbed her hand. “But… but I am King Rhobart’s property! You can’t take me away when you wish to.”

He slapped her again. Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them away. “You will do as I say. Besides, your days as a spy are over. Your work here is done.”

Someone stepped out from behind a half-burned bookshelf.

Godefray.

Ayla had to stop herself from cursing and shouting at Godefray. She should have brought Kerra with her, after all.

“I never doubted that you were as rotten as your brother and father, but to come to Nord