Chapter 69: Adelaide.

"Sleep well whore?"

It's the female warrior from the first time I had come in here. The red-haired one who I now know is named Lysandra.

She's staring me down, like the mere sight of me disgusts her but I can tell this is something other than normal hate. Jealousy maybe? I don't know.

She has no reason to be jealous of me. Even I wouldn't be jealous of myself if I was in her shoes, and her boots look perfect on her feet, as always.

Lysandra's hand swipes across the table and my breakfast goes clattering down. She's always like this but today it seems she's extra angry because she slams her hand on the table, the loud bang ringing through my ears like a thunderclap, and her eyes land on me, filled with rage and fury.

"I said did you sleep well little miss fuck toy?"

I don't give her a reply though I want to.

I want to tell her I know how much she sleeps around too. The maids deal in secrets and gossip and she hasn't been too kind to them. They speak of her in scorn-filled tones,