Seeing everyone murmuring among themselves, I asked as soon as the doors behind me closed.
“What is all the commotion about?”
Riverdale broke the silence with her irritation.
“Rumors of you being a tyrant. Everyone is working triple shifts and seeing no real reason behind it, my queen.”
I closed my eyes, letting out a puff of air in frustration, reminded of the cruel gossip spread by certain kings just to get divorced.
‘Reject Marcus, and we go with Leo!’
Merripen’s overly cheerful tone had me fighting the urge to roll my eyes, but I managed to keep calm as I spoke to Riverdale.
“I’m terribly sorry for the misunderstanding. Does everyone working prefer to smell their own filth? Wear dirty clothes? Sleep on cold, stone floors? Eat cold, tasteless food? Die from the cold or the heat?
