"He's a literal coward like the one who gave birth to him. He ran to here as if someone put fire on his tail." He walked toward the throne with slow movements, the wicked twitch of his mouth stayed.
"Eylin! Watch your mouth. We got guests." The king grinded his teeth, eyes fierce. "And think twice before you say something ludicrous about my son and mate." His voice is low and his tone has this icy edge that can cut the one who's at the receiving end of such saying.
But mate is the only word that Celeste's brain caught a hold of. It played in a loop inside her head. The scowl on the queen's face somehow didn't go unnoticed. Maybe she never wanted it to go unnoticed in the first place.
The ornaments that adorned her wrist in the shape of valuable pearls and priceless stones and golds made a clicking noise as she slapped her palm on the silver armrest of her throne, ringed fingers clenching on it.
