----Skylar POV---
“Aster, how many times must I tell you not to come to the kitchen? It is beneath your station to be down here.”
The woman walked in, and even I paled at the sight of her. Aster kept his eyes glued to the floor, while Stella sat frozen at the table, her eyes wide as saucers. Every omega in the kitchen looked like they’d seen a ghost.
I rose to my feet and curtseyed, trying to maintain some composure. “Hello, Astoria. I apologize for my earlier rudeness, but I was having the pleasure of getting to know your son, and he kindly offered to show me and my lady-in-waiting to the kitchen. You see, we hadn’t had breakfast, and I—”I was rambling. And I stopped the moment she fixed me with that ice-cold stare.
“Aster, go to your room. I’ll speak to you later. Everyone else, leav
