The Queen's Betrayal

Jessamine's P.O.V.

All of the work the masseuse had put in was pointless as I felt myself tense back up. I cleared my throat, resisting the urge to pull the slices of cucumber from my eyes and look over at her.

"Not very much," I answered, embarrassed to admit that he hadn't told me anything about them. I had to find out for myself that his mother was even still alive. At this point, I doubted h