Raziela
I dropped my gaze to the floor automatically, the image of my mistake earlier in the war room flashed through my mind and it caused my heart to drum even faster against my ribs.
“I-I made a mistake. I-I’m r-really sorry Your Grace, it’ll never happen again, I swear it.”
“You are a plague,” he began, the words low and venomous. “In less than a week since you’ve been under my roof, and you’ve been nothing but a plague!” His voice was eerily calm but they cut through me like a knife.
He took another slow step, his presence pressed into me like a physical weight. “Your scent, your presence, everything about you disrupts this castle. Do you have any idea what it has taken to keep you and your child here?” His voice dropped a note and I choked on my breath, hot tears stinging behin
