Silence ensued as Nyssa flinches from the beta’s presence as he holds Celeste, her body hot with fever, while she looks at a guilt-stricken Nyssa.
“I told you the king’s slave is to be punished by the king’s command alone,” Callix warns a stuttering Nyssa.
“It’s her fault; she wanted to harm me,” Nyssa begins, pointing toward the thorn flowers on the floor.
“See? I told her to bring flowers that I could share, but that devil brought thorns and made me prick my hands,” she lies.
He looks toward the maid, who nods in unison with her mistress’s story. “Careful, Nyssa. There’s a line,” he warns before he picks Celeste up and takes her out of the room.
For a split second, his eyes lock with a young maid, her eyes blurred with tears as she is still pushed to her knees.
She hadn’t expected
