~Karl~
After leaving Katrina's room, the king told a maid to lead him to Queen Fortuna's new chambers.
He knocked, waited, then knocked again. Still no answer. That wasn't like her. No matter how upset she was, she had never once denied him entry. Never shut him out.
Frowning, Karl pushed the door open and stepped inside. It was his first time visiting since she moved here. The room was just as elegant as one would expect for a queen. Expensive drapes, polished furniture, everything chosen with care. But none of it made sense. If she had everything she needed here, why did she ask to move into his chambers?
He let out a long breath, scanning the room. She wasn't here.
But the mess told a different story. A mirror had been cracked. A vase lay shattered on the floor. Something had clearly set her off. She had been angry—hurt, even.
"Your Highness," a voice said softly.
