Chapter 30

• Cathrine’s POV
• Grabbing the handle, I don’t hesitate to push on the door, muttering a curse when I realize it’s locked. Of course.
• The King must’ve come back and locked it behind him. That leaves only one option: the bedroom. I grimace at the thought, already anticipating his anger. But the mysterious coins gnaw at me, demanding answers. I weigh my options briefly, then scurry toward the bedroom door. The urgency outweighs my better judgment.