Chapter Four Hundred-Thirteen – Worried
"Your Highness." The maid said to silence Stefan who was about speaking. "Jessika said that I could call for your meal anytime you wake up. Should I go now—"
"Yes, please." Laurel hurriedly said and cleared her throat. "I'd like you to arrange one for my guests too."
The maid's eyes shifted to the alpha and disgust flashes in her eyes before she walked away. Laurel noticed that look and she could bet Stefan must've.
"She was the daughter of a warrior. Most of them were." Laurel said in an attempt to defend the girl.
Stefan nodded quietly understandably. They had been losses at both sides and this was only just the first a year since Green Valleys' loss.
Last time at Black Claws, it had been easy to count the losses because it surpassed the living.
