Lizzy's whole body became warm in fear. It would have been better if she knew exactly what the Queen thought about her son being with another woman, mating a cook, someone of lower status. But she wouldn't know, but she could take a wild guess. It was known that the royals mated royals. Never had there been a situation where the royals mated the lower class. It just happened, by chance, from the history of their lycans. Royals joined together from neighbouring kingdoms and became one. Then how could she, mere lycan who had become a Palace cook, dare to mate the Prince without the knowledge of the crown, who had a say in every mates life because they had to acknowledge it?
Lizzy wanted to turn and run out through the other door, go wherever it would lead her, but she couldn't. For some rea
