The following morning, Axel was woken up softly by one of the servants shaking him awake. He didn't recall having a servant, believing he'd sent them away, and the ones who'd waited for him in the bathtub the day before were also sent away. He would not bed someone who was forced to be there.
He also didn't trust anyone there. The palace gave him the creeps. He did not know how Evanna was related to the king and queen. It was clear the king had melted from meeting his granddaughter, even though he was still cold, calculating, and fearful, but the queen was worse. He was so happy to have removed Ronan from her clutches.
He'd already lost Ger; he couldn't lose Ronan too.
"Good morning, Sir Axel. Prince Arawn requires your and Sir Ronan's presence in the hall for breakfast." A woman's voice called to him from across the room.
