Aria's gaze darkened as she knew damn well that voice was Swan's, and since it came from the throne room, that meant—
Aria dared not continue her line of thought, because it was so ridiculous. How could the Beast King fall in love with that crippled bitch so deeply that he didn't even mind having sex with her in the middle of the day in the throne room during a literal festival!?
Surely, Swan was using her holy power to trick Aria's mind, right?
"Mom, do you hear what I hear?" Aria asked to make sure that it wasn't just Swan's evil trick.
"I hear it loud and clear," Anastasia scowled. "That bitch and the Beast King are having sex in the throne room. How shameless."
"No, it's probably just an illusion created by Swan to make us angry. Let me ask someone else," Aria said.
She stuck her head out of the carriage window and saw the cat maids talking with the guards who would escort their carriage to the city gate.
