Alaric paid his servants well for any of them to risk such foolishness, and besides, none of them would ever have the nerve to steal from the king.
His mind quickly moved through the possibilities.
It couldn't be Rosalind either.
She was too innocent to take something that did not belong to her.
And that left only one person.
Sabine.
His jaw clenched at once.
Now that he thought about it, he had found her lingering by the table after he had come out of the bath, but at the time, his mind hadn't gone to the box.
The damn woman!
Alaric quickly threw on his robe and slipped his ring onto his finger, preparing for the day in far more haste than he normally would. He preferred taking his time, but not today.
The moment he stepped out of his chamber, it was as if a dark cloud followed him through the halls. His expression alone was enough to make the servants quickly scatter from his path, and even as they bowed and greeted him, they trembled where they stood.
