Nycta couldn't believe it. She did it. She let another man, a lowly warrior, to touch her, the queen. But, the horrendous part was the fact her own mate was there, watching them. His expression was unreadable.
How could Dacre be like that? How could he be fine with another man touched his mate? He showed no emotions whatsoever as he stood there and watched.
Nycta felt disgusted with herself because she agreed with this. She couldn't blame him completely, because she was the one, who told him that she would help him. As his queen, it was part of his duty to help the king.
After all, if the king fell, the queen would follow. They were one now.
But, the hurt that she felt during the action was too much. She didn't think she could go through this anymore. She didn't want to do it. She felt betrayed.
