Myrtle was stunned, no one had ever dared to be harsh with her or treat her unkindly, not since she became Izekiel's sworn sister.
She took in a deep breath, it won't look good if she loses her control in front of so many and so she said in a small voice.
"Please leave us alone,"
The ministers exchanged curious glances before leaving, the others were taken outside by the knights.
Jeremiah didn't left and waited until Nesrin gave him a small nod.
Nesrin stepped down from the dais, as she held Myrtle's scrutinizing eyes. She knew all this was done by Myrtle as no one else could possibly target her in a way like that.
Myrtle's gaze hardened with each second that passed.
"Your highness-" she began.
"Your majesty," Nesrin corrected,
Myrtle smiled bitterly at that and folded her hands.
"You are not worthy of that title, your highness," she seethed.
