She could only return to the window and wonder about her sister. If she didn't follow the woman's instructions, what exactly would happen to her sister?
Uncle Jarren.
Why wouldn't he just leave them alone? He had no use for her? Why did a man old enough to father her have such an obsession over her? He was her father's half brother for heaven's sake! Blood had to matter, it just had to.
If someone could talk sense into him…
Someone familiar started approaching the beach, holding towels in his hand.
It couldn't be who she thought it was - servants would have been flocking around him. What King carried his own bathing towels?
But Yeren didn't strike her as such a King. If not, she would have been treated as one in her station ought to be treated, regardless of whether he had a fancy for her or not. But for some reason, it wasn't so. She felt like a peer of the realm assigned to serve wine.
Sun caught on the person's long, silky black hair.
