Chapter 63
“You are nothing, but a weak pile of flesh compared to the Draygonians. You are unworthy of the throne, and you do not belong here. I will not abide by your rulings no matter what, and I certainly will not be forced to accept the guards’ sluts in my kitchen cooking my King's food.”
Synne gasped in shock. I looked over at her to see the shame in her face, and the indignant anger I felt for myself paled in comparison to my fury on hers and the other women’s behalf. Without thought, my hand raised and came down across Alodia’s face, the slap ringing through the silent room.
I couldn’t tell who in the room was more startled by what I had done. Me or anyone of the others. Alodia’s golden-green complexion flamed pinkish until my handprint was melted into the fury of her scales.
“You… bitch!” Alodia screamed.