Valda's POV
The smile faded as quickly as it had come. Who was I kidding? I was trapped in my chambers with guards at the door and Yin's fury hanging over me like an executioner's blade.
I sat up, running my hands through my hair. Think. I needed to think of a way to get the fuck out of this room and also hurt that riff raff called Irene.
Father. I needed Father. He'd always known how to handle impossible situations. He'd find a way to fix this but how was I supposed to get to him?
But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn't true. Father had warned me about pushing too hard, about letting my emotions control me. He'd told me to be patient, to wait for the right moment.
I hadn't listened. I never listened. Don't blame me for how I react because if you'd been reduced to a mere courtesan, you'd understand my plight.
The door opened again and I looked up, expecting more guards. Instead, Father stepped inside. He looked tired and very much disappointed.
That was worse than anger.
