Candice's POV
Candice followed the queen into the sunroom and stopped just inside the doorway.
She had heard about this room. Palace gossip had a way of travelling and the sunroom had come up more than once in the whispers that moved through the corridors.
This was where Sairis came to sit with the king. She had known that and had told herself it did not matter, that it was simply part of whatever arrangement had developed between her aide and the king, something professional and manageable.
Standing here now and seeing the space for herself, she was less sure about the manageable part.
The room was bright and open, with large windows that looked directly onto the palace gardens. The king was seated in a chair near the window with a book in his lap, his back mostly to the door. He turned his head when he heard footsteps.
His eyes found Greta first. "Why are you here?" he asked. His voice was flat and carried no particular warmth.
