Damien's POV.
With a thundering heart, I stormed into Simon's workshop and flashed the sketch to her face.
"Tell me, what was your boy doing in the library?" I roared.
Simon's usual smile instantly vanished and the shock on her face was evident, yet I didn't see the emotion I was aiming for— guilt.
She was without guilt.
This was quickly starting to get on my nerves and I was about to rebuke her when the culprit stepped out of a door and he shared the same look as Simon.
My anger increased and I slammed the sketch on her worktable. "What is the meaning of this?"
"My—my king, I am sure there is— let me look at it." She gently took the paper and observed it.
I waited patiently, gauging her reaction but the worried creases on her face disappeared and she looked even calmer.
"Oh." She returned the sketch to me with a sigh and I could have sworn her smile even dared return.
