VICTORIA'S POV
"Victoria Gibberson, is this the way you talk to your king?" The so-called Alexander shouted.
"Oh, you are right. This is not the way to talk to a king." I said, smirking when I saw his relaxed expression.
"-However, you are not the king here." With that, I groped his neck, placing my hands around his neck, and applied pressure to it.
"Now, you better spill the beans because patience is not my best trait," I said before dragging him all the way to the center of the room.
"I don't know what you are talking about. Guards! What are you doing? Will you let this psychotic woman kill your king?" He said, looking at the palace guards, who looked confused, not knowing what to do.
As they started moving towards me in their confused state, I looked at Theodore, who immediately understood my signal and ordered the guards,
