Venessa’s POV
I watched in silence as the guards dragged the culprits out of the dining hall.
Fear hung thick in the air. Conversations died on people’s lips, and Queen Rochelle no, former Queen Rochelle was visibly trembling.
“I swear, darling, I had no idea,” she said to my father, her voice breaking as she wiped her tears. “I truly believed you had a brain disease.”
Elder Craig looked between my father and me, his expression heavy with concern.
“Thank you for saving his life, young lady,” he said solemnly. “The Lycan Kingdom owes you a great debt. Had he died, a terrible war would have followed. You have spared us that fate.”
I inclined my head, offering him a small smile.
“It was my honour to serve my king,” I replied.
He nodded thoughtfully, then studied my face more closely.
