CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
I could not see Fabian in the same light now. I was disgusted, angry and in the dire need to kick him so hard, probably even push a sword through his heart. People like him did not deserve to walk around in the palace hallways, flaunting their expensive gowns while other people live under excruciating pain because of them. All night long, I had turned and tossed, haunted with the memory of my late husband and what he would think if he were to learn his brother was a monster that left no one unhurt in its wake. It was impossible to imagine that Fabian was a blood brother to someone so morally upstanding like Leon.
“Your Majesty, the Queen mother is here to see you,” My page announced. The Queen mother? That was a surprise.
“Let her in,” I answered.
“Yes, You
