Wanted to breathe

Aurora's POV

With a stunned look on my face, I glanced at my father, his chest heaving up and down slowly in anger, what was going on here? All of this had happened in a twinkle of an eye when no one was expecting it

"Your majesty" Jackson was stunned just as I was, I couldn't get my hands on what exactly had prompted this, why he had to slap him in front of me. Me.

"What has he done?" I demanded an answer, my fist clenched by my side as I gritted my teeth,

A hand held my arm tightly, wanting to stop me from going on but I wasn't having it. Shrugging my arms from my mother's hold, I sauntered toward my father, demanding an answer.

"Aurora" my mother shrieked out behind me, but I wasn't having it. "Please stop" she pleaded,

"He shouldn't have done that Mother,"

Fuming with anger, my father took a step backward, disbelief was written on his face. "Are you going to talk back to me because of that thing behind you?" He questioned, with a tight smile on his lips,

"Aurora, please stop