Chapter 47

Alaric’s POV

I rolled my eyes as I stepped onto the palace grounds. Ava was always having mini emergencies like this.

Because of lipgloss, or mascara or lipliner or foundation brush or some such thing.

She must consider it an immediate emergency that she'd ruined her makeup with crying and that was why she ran all the way down here to beg me to help her. I sighed. What could man do when he had a woman overwhelmingly so delicate?

I waved at a guard doing rounds and took a shortcut to the section of shrubs beneath my room window.

The flowers reminded me of Jay. He loved walking in the garden. I wondered what he was up to now.

My mind went back to the events of this ever so pure morning…

I shut my eyes and stood for a moment so the scent of the flowers could calm me a bit.

That feeling of rabid fear as Ava had held the knife over her head, aiming perfectly for her stomach, suddenly revisited me and I felt a tremor move through my body. That was a very delicate situation, should have bee