Jessamine
"I would like to return home."
The King's gaze remains fixated on his desk, his fingers moving with a practiced dexterity as he scrawls across the letterhead. “This is your home now.” He pauses in his writing, his sharp eyes lifting to meet mine. "Darrock tells me you were banished by your King. Why is that?"
I fumble with the folds of my dress, disregarding the disapproving gaze of the raven-haired beauty at the king's right—the Queen, whose disdain for me is as plain as the sneer fixed on her red lips. She attempts to mask it with an air of nonchalance, but the hostility in her eyes is unmistakable. "It was…" I shake my head, unwilling to share the details. "Actually, it's none of your business."
“Mind your tone, girl,” the Queen says.
I arch a brow in response before turn
