Maureen's POV
“What madness is this? Who dares to do this under my nose?” I asked in anger.
“Your Majesty, you might want to take it easy; shouting like that is actually not good for your health,” said a man, walking inside the room accompanied by Edith.
“And who are you?” I asked.
“He is my mate,” Edith answered, holding onto the man's arms and smiling from ear to ear as if she just made the best declaration of the year.
“What is that stench?” Lance asked, wrinkling his nose in annoyance.
“That stench is probably from me or perhaps my fellow rogues standing guard outside right now,” the man Edith held on to say.
“What are you talking about?” I asked frowning.
“What I am talking about is quite simple. The Citadel is surrounded by rogues who are ready to do my bidding at the sl
