"Can you elaborate on what you mean by 'to kill two birds with one stone,' Lady Margaret?" asked Valdemir, his eyes shifted to Sir Alexander. I noticed his grip on the throne armrest tightened, given how his knuckles had turned white.
Is there anything you know that I don't, Valdemir? I thought to myself, my gaze narrowed as I looked at him. Why are you so mad even though Margaret hasn't shared the details yet? Do you already know the whole story, or are you feeling guilty about nearly letting Walter kill me?
If it was the latter, I wished I could walk up to him and console him that everything was alright. I wanted to tell him that I didn't blame him for not intervening in the match because I knew his hands were tied. He was a king before my mate, so he was responsible for the well-bein
