Electra's POV
I had barely taken three steps into the palace before I heard my name being called. I turned, frowning, and found a servant approaching me with hurried steps. His dark eyes flickered with something close to apprehension, and I instantly knew I wouldn't like whatever he had to say.
"I apologize for interrupting you, Your Highness," he said quickly, bowing slightly. "But the queen requests your presence."
For a moment, I said nothing, processing the words. The Queen. Jella. That old witch.
How the hell did she know I was even here?
I hadn't sent word of my arrival—not to my father, not to anyone. The only logical explanation was that she had stationed someone at the gates, keeping watch for me, and knowing that I couldn't even come and go as I liked without her knowing wasn't exactly a comforting thought.
I felt very annoyed, but I forced my expression into something neutral, feigning indifference.
