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"Your Majesty!" A woman burst in unannounced, and the sound of her heels ticked in a hurry.
"Lady Telisha, what brings you to this highly important meeting?" His cold eyes stared down at her, and he dropped the paper with him on his desk.
"Your Majesty, is it true that you made that prisoner a slave?!"
"Yes."
"This cannot be. That female should rot in the dungeon for all her life!" She made a huge mistake by shouting at him with her deranged set of eyes.
His office went from calm to suffocating. His brows furrowed, and his lips were set on a thin line.
The king felt disrespected.
"Are you questioning my judgment?" This short sentence was enough to leave a deep impact on her.
"Of course not, Your Majesty." She took a step back and averted her eyes. "But slavery offers that fe
