Chapter Thirty-Seven
Squeaking when Ryanne gave a loud howl from the pain still gripping him, the servant skidded towards the doors with the guard holding onto incredibly exhausted but stubborn Angelique; and another serious-looking one trailing behind.
Breathing in and out, Ryanne continuously shook his head. He did so to decrease the potency of the shock waves erupting in his body. Watching as Angelique was dragged out of the room shouting and screaming, he snapped.
“WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER?!"
Raised eyebrows; Pearle humorlessly laughed until a teardrop fell from the edge of her eyes. Wiping them away with a scoff, she sneered.
“You should be thinking of yourself instead of the Princess, your royal highness. You are in the lion's den, quite interesting, do you not think?"
Grinding his teeth, as his golden eyes turned into bright red, Ryanne snarled.
“ONE DAY I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD, COLD SPRITES QUEEN!"