Cahir was surprised by her words.
*Who dares talk to me like that? I'm the King!*
In the dim light, he couldn't see her face clearly, but he could tell she was angry. Angry enough to dare scold her King.
As King, Cahir had all the power. When he became King, people still disagreed with him sometimes. But now? No one in the entire court dared to go against him, let alone scold him like Katia just did.
But then he thought of something else.
*She's worried about me. She's my mate. Being scolded by my own mate...*
A strange feeling spread in Cahir's chest. Was it... happiness?
"You've got some nerve," Cahir said, his voice cold against the wind but he wasn't really angry.
"Talking to me like that, " he continued. "Aren't you afraid I'll throw you into the beast arena
