Sweats In Cupboard

Chapter Fifty-five.

Diana's pov.

I Picked up my heart that was this close to falling out of my chest. I had to reach the west wing but first I had to return the tray back to the kitchen. I turned on the faucet in the kitchen and washed the sweat off of me.

What was the king doing there? Had they concluded their meeting? That was quick. If I had stayed in his chambers even for a second longer I would have been caught.

I breathed out a sigh of relief, I thought I was going to be caught. I glanced at the orb which was upon the counter at a safe distance, water droplets dripped down my face. I was still very much afraid of the orb, its visions had plagued me for a while before they had subsided. Although I still had trouble sleeping, it wasn't as bad as it was the first time I had touched it.

After I had calmed down a little bit, I grabbed the orb and made my way to the west wing.

Tomorrow would have been a good time to have seen my future, but I have waited far too long. Something about