Ionora's POV :
Oh hell no. I think as my so called grandfather calls me an abomination. I think the word he was looking for was 'unique'. But abomination would do too. Joking.
"What did you just call me, old man?" I taunt my voice dark and unrecognizable.
"Old man? How dare you disrespect your king like that, half-blood?" He rages, making everyone in the room take a step back. I just laugh in response.
"As you just mentioned, I am a half blood. I have no king. And apparently, I don't have a grandfather either." I replied, as calm as a thunderstorm. Everyone takes another step back. Everyone except my dear old mate.
Being the cutie patootie he is, he takes a step forward towards me but at the glare of his king, he takes two steps back. Wuss.
"Father, let me explain." My mother pleads
