SWORN TO THE ALPHA KING

[41.1] THE LADY

[SILVER RAYNE WILLIAMS]

Luckily for me, the edges weren't too narrow, and I was able to move across. I quickly but carefully sidestepped, moving as if attached to the wall.

The wind against me did nothing to ease my panic of slipping and plummeting to my death. I couldn't breathe all too well. I scooted around the corner, praying there was a balcony I could drop off nearby.

I looked to the side, cursing when I realized that the balcony I was wishing for was a good way further out.

I peeked down at the ground, cursing again when a bird flew by me and almost made me lose my footing.

I cursed at it, balancing upon wobbly legs, glaring at the black dot that soon disappeared further away.

Fuck, I was going to die. It didn't help that my bag was fat, poking me slightly forward.

No-

Happy thoughts silver.

All rainbows and unicorns and all that nonsense.

I moved further, scooting, one foot sliding after the other, hands gripping bare stone drawing closer to the balcony.

Careful not to look down again, I slowly moved toward it, quite aware of how fast my heart was pounding within me.

My hand reaches out for the side, finally pushing myself onto the balcony. I quickly slid over, sliding my bag, forward, being careful not to make a noise.

I noticed the windows had heavy curtains that blocked the view from anyone inside, unlike mine, much more luxurious, and the balcony doors were slightly open.

To be honest this balcony was significantly bigger than mine.

I noted all this, realizing I had to be careful. What if this was the King and Queens balcony or god forbid, the Prince? I shuddered but rid myself of these thoughts, realizing the royal chambers were on the other side of Fang Court, secluded from anyone else.

I just had to be careful.

Taking a short breath in and being as quiet as I could, I moved forward, freezing when I heard a familiar voice.

"Tighter," came the singular word followed by a strangled huff, "I said tighter!"

I heard a couple of grunts, and I slowly, stepped forward, peaking through the little gap in the door.

Lady Elise.

The last time I saw her she had been with the Prince.

She was biting her lip, a hand leaning forward against the wall where a long mirror stood, and I noted someone was pulling her corset tighter.

2 women by the looks of it.

"There!" she cut off, breathlessly, a pained gasp across her lips, her hand to her belly, as she shut her eyes, pursing her lips.

I watched as a timid Oran circled forward, adjusting the front carefully.

She worked in silence as timid as she was with Mother and Vella. I watched all this curiously.