Chapter 115

Selah’s POV

I was surprised to have ten maids walk into my quarters the next morning.

Not one. Not two. Ten.

All dressed in silver-trimmed uniforms, their expressions perfectly neutral but their eyes—wide, curious, bordering on scandalized.

“Uh… can I help you?” I asked, still halfway tangled in my sheets. My hair was a mess, and I was wearing a tunic that definitely didn’t belong to me. Or maybe