Kimmie starts pacing in front of me, chewing on her bottom lip like she's trying to solve a puzzle nobody asked her to solve. I sit on the edge of my bed, the painkiller slowly settling in my stomach, and I stare at her.
"Kimmie," I say, rubbing my temples. "You're making me dizzy. What is it now?"
She stops pacing and grips her fingers together. "My lady, we need to… I need to go get her in, but I can't let anyone know she's here. She isn't supposed to be seen."
"Why? She's my visitor, since when do I need approval for that?" I am surprise to hear her say that to me, like I am a prisoner.
Kimmie shakes her head so fast her hair moves like a curtain. "No, no, you don't understand, my lady, it's not about you. It's about her, if the King finds out she's here, he's going to be furious."
"And why would the King care about who I see?" My eyebrows goes up.
