CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Rowland walked in, angrily, his clothes clinging to his body with sweat, his chest rising and falling like he had run from death.

The room fell silent instantly.

Lysnadra…..the queen mother rose slowly from her seat in her room.

Her eyes were already burning.

“What is going on, Rowland?” she demanded, her voice sharp enough to cut flesh.

“Why did you make such a rash decision…why take money from the royal usury. Do you want us to get caught ...