Aria’s/Lysara's POV

I climbed down the stairs carefully. I couldn't tell why my fingers shook as I tied my robe. Though he had tried not to show it and had tried to hide it well, even the blind could tell he was angry about my rejection of his love.

Overseeing a game just hours after the incident meant I had not just Nahlia, Vyxen, and Sarya to deal with. I had to deal with his wrath too.

“This way, my lady,” the maid said, gesturing with her arm outstretched towards the throne ...