My son doesn’t make any attempt to argue with me from the time we head outside the dungeon until we enter the queen’s throne hall. However, once we’re left alone, his real motive for ordering privacy is revealed, and that is to defend his faithless lover! I should’ve known about it! But since that wolfless girl’s crime is too atrocious to be forgiven, I assume that maybe he will agree with me!
“My Queen Suprema, I ask that Marguerite be pardoned from her crime since she saved my life from the thugs who attacked us in the forest,” he says.
My glare is too intense that my eyes sting. My clenched teeth are too stiff that my jaw numbs. I grip the arms of my throne so tight that my veins snake against the pale skin on the back of my hands.
I cannot believe nor cannot accept that my son is b
