QUEEN ROSE'S POV
I marched down the corridor, MY gown sweeping behind her like a moving storm.
Every servant I passed pressed themselves flat to the wall, heads bowed low, eyes avoiding my gaze.
Even the guards stepped aside too quickly, as if frightened the marble beneath them might crack under the weight of my fury.
I could taste it.
The rage and anger that I dispelled with every single step I took
I ignored all of them.
My mind was burning.
How dare he…?
After everything that child had suffered…?
To make her serve again? To scrub floors? To pay a debt she never owed?
My fury built with every step until it was almost a living thing wrapped around her ribs.
The more I thought about it, the further I was enraged.
The sinking quest to relinquish my rage unto him made me further upset.
When I reached the throne corridor, two royal guards stood stiffly at the double doors. They bowed deeply.
I could hear the laughter between him and his friends.
