Chapter 16 - The Man With The Black Mask

This wasn't the right time!

But he continued walking, and no one was stopping him. At that side of the room, the servants were all too busy with one thing or the other.

It would arouse curiosity or maybe even suspicion if she went to the other side to stop Alaris, but even the consequences of that would be so much better than what Alaris was about to do.

Her feet moved quicker than she had anticipated for them to and soon enough she was stumbling into Alaris who seemed to snap quickly out of his daze for revenge at that.

But the water is the bowl splashed on one of the men seated around the table; it wasn't the White King. So maybe that was good.

She fell on her knees quickly, trying to beg her way out of this.

Attention.

The very thing they didn't want was now upon them.

“How dare you, Filth?!” A hand swept swiftly across her face and this time it took biting down her tongue not to return the favour.