"Did I ask you to leave? Sit."
Calhoun's words were firm that had Madeline sit back in her chair. The dining room was quiet, except for the little sounds that came from the cutlery being used. Madeline didn't know what to do but obey.
Having already being disciplined over her actions for yesterday and this morning, she didn't want to instigate and test his patience. Everyone knew not to cross a King because what he said was absolute and Calhoun had his own ways of trying to make her understand in what position she was in. At the same time, she didn't like the way she was being treated by his relatives.
It was true that her family was poor, but that didn't give the right to the people who were sitting at the table to mock her.
"My King, it would reflect badly if you're having meals with someone so low," Lady Rosamund conveyed her words, "It would be-"
