“Stop! Sit down; I haven’t given you permission to speak.” Argonathe stepped in front of her, blocking my view. Her hold on me released, and I flew backwards, almost falling out of my seat.
Rhett whispered to me, and he helped me up. My heart raced so fast I worried it would burst through my chest. Argonathe whispered to Chrys and got her under control.
Within seconds, she was back on the throne, drooling at his feet. I let go of Rhett’s hand, and red marks had been left on his skin where my nails had dug in.
“Are you alright?” His breath was hot on my ear and grounded me. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to calm my racing heart. Once I was no longer worried it would crack my ribs, and I met his eyes. Worry flickered in his blue eyes, and I nodded.
“I’m fine.” But her words echoed in
