TIARA THORNELLS
I could only see the redness in his eyes. “Please don’t take what I said the wrong way, Your Highness. I’ll accept your criticism, but don’t forget... we’re the same.”
My voice sounded calm but from the look in his eyes, it was as if he was ready to pounce on me, to hurt me. Still, I remained composed. I made sure to speak with respect so as not to appear insolent.
“You’ve really grown bold enough to talk back to me... because you know I can’t hurt you, not without facing consequences from Zatan... my younger half-brother,” he muttered through clenched teeth.
“No,” I replied softly but firmly. “Even if Prince Zatan doesn’t defend me, I’ll still speak my mind. You’re the one talking to me, after all.”
That was when he let out a bitter, forced laugh, his eyes dark and ho
