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Alpha King Ozar.

“She what?” I ask, staring at Agnes’ face.

There are red scratches, marring the skin of her cheek, and a hint of anger that remains in her determined eyes. Yet, despite the visible injury, I know the most scorching one is her pride that has been attacked.

“This is what you get for bringing her to the castle without my permission.” I say.

“Your majesty!” Agnes says, begging for justice. Yet, she will not say it. I know if she wanted to defend herself from Yeri, she could have but duty bound her.

“Where is she?” The dowager asks, walking into the scene with Lady Mehera.

“In her chambers. She has locked herself in.” Clipper says.

“This is not a behaviour of a consort.” The dowager seethes.

I drive a hand through my hair. I do not want to say anything or be a part of this conversation because I know it is partly my fault too. I have tasted a part of Yeri’s anger but what I did not think is that it would resurface quickly once again.

“Dowager, it is my fault.” Mehera says.