ASTRID'S POV
It felt like a blur before I saw Roshan's hands on his neck, pinning him back to the ground with blood already leaking from his huge nose.
It seemed he was more courageous as time was passing, and soon he was going to ask for the papalce if we knew asking him.
"Whatever you used before you stepped into this place definitely did not work well for you," I pointed out and smiled.
"Your highness, you should let me finish speaking before you overthrow me. I sincerely have no terrible thoughts or plans behind it. Let me speak first your highness," he sought out the audience, and it didn't look like Roshan was ready to let go of him. I walked over to him, and I placed my hands on his arm.
He looked at me, and I nodded my head. He had so much resolve in those eyes. I nod
