Zarek.
I stormed out of the room, anger still pulsed beneath my skin.
The west wing was quieter than the rest of the palace.
I braced my hands on the nearest table, with my head bowed, trying to force my thoughts into quietness.
I was King.
My word was law, and my judgment was final.
So why did her voice still echo inside my skull?
Valtira opened the door with force and stopped a few paces away, breath unsteady, but her back as straight as ever.
She did not seem to fear me one bit..
I didn’t look at her at first, I didn’t trust myself to.
So I just exhaled and spoke. “I will postpone the judgment,” The words came out heavier than I intended, as though dragged from my chest.
I heard her breath in and out deeply.
My jaw flexed. “Until tomorrow.”
Silence filled the room slowly, I
