"Where is he?"
Merilyn stood up to come closer to me, and placed her hands over my shoulders before rubbing my skin gently. "Think about it. The king at the moment is holding an audience with his ministers. It's no time for you to talk—"
"I will decide that, Marilyn. Because it feels to me that a lot has not been told to me on the night Tristan asked for my permission to have me marked. I should have been told more and if not, then at least I should be getting something for my pain because I cannot even speak without feeling the bite on my neck."
Feeling the burn of tears come into my eyes, I closed them and just turned around. I knew where the audience was going to be hosted. It was going to be in the office of the King, where there was a larger area for everyone to be seated.
Bert was already behind me, just as I left my room. If he had heard everything, he chose not to say anything and just followed me behind.
