Clarice POV
The store is immediately swarmed by four large men. Two of them step toward me, anger clearly written on their faces. Anya, Chrissy, and Simone all step in front of me to block their way. "Move before I move you. The king is on his way. She has assaulted the princess and will face the consequences," the largest of the men says. "Absolutely not. You will not lay a finger on my daughter," Anya says. "Fine, we will take you all into custody until he decides how to punish you," he says, and panic washes over me. "Anya," I whisper, fear gripping me.
Anya throws her head back and laughs. "Do you know who I am? Do you even have the slightest ideal," she asks. "I don't care who she is. I want that b**ch thrown in the dungeon for striking your princess," Penelope says, pointing at me
