What was Argent thinking? I couldn’t tear my hands off my face. I couldn’t face my grandmother and what she would think of such an idea? Wisps of fire sparkled before me and caught my attention. Chazon was awake now and the glare she sent my way made me shiver and my skin crawl.
“Excuse me?” she whispered as she got to her feet and advanced on our group. “This will not stand. You will not take my husband away and my title, you old bat.”
“Chazon!” Arin stared at her as if she had grown an extra head.
“Arin, why aren’t you defending me?” She turned her steely gaze to him next. “You should be the first one defending me and my honor. We are married, you are my husband. Tell them no. You are the future King.”
“He is the future King no matter who he chooses to wed,” my grandmother smoothly
