"Your–Your Majesty?" Trace was sure he must have misheard.
"Bathe yourself before reporting to the Princess's chambers. Unless a more suitable bodyguard is found, you will have the job until further notice." King Harold declared. "Show him the way, and get him a uniform."
"But Father!" The princess interrupted.
"As to the matter of how much mobility my daughter will be allowed, I will discuss it with the lords' Advisory and give the order." The King waved him away. "Daughter, return to your room while I consider the matter."
"Father, I don't–" She cried.
"Do not disobey me," King Harold looked more weary and worried than angry, but his words held a finality to them that could not be ignored, even by his daughter.
The spoiled princess pursed her lips and whirled to leave the room. Anaisa sent Trace an anxious look before following after her temporary mistress.
