"I know your mother, the Queen."
Suzanne articulated, her voice clearer and more pronounced after he had let go of her neck.
Servyn quietly scrutinized her and waited for her to continue. His unwavering glare bore holes into her skin.
"Your mother is not a human, Servyn."
"That's not possible,"
"You wanted the truth, right?" She quizzed.
Receiving no response from him, she added. "I'm telling you the truth."
"Your mother is a Demon from Westerly Isle. A member of the Royal family."
"What are you talking about?" He raved angrily.
"I'm telling the truth and you don't want to believe it?" Suzanne scoffed weakly, her face had already paled from the suffocation.
Without waiting for any more words from him, she continued. "She was forced into a marriage of alliance with a Noble Lord who had powerful forces, more than the King himself. Hence, the King's desire to have him on his side."