~Mala's POV
I halted, gazing at them…wondering why they would want to have breakfast with me.
"You can just say whatever you want to say here, your majesty," I said…the last thing I wanted was to eat with someone who had tried to snatch my man from me.
If Francis wasn't the type that doesn't sleep around, I was sure that I would be competing for a place in his bed by then.
"Are you refusing my request to eat with me because of the boy standing here?" The king asked, staring at Michele like he was a pile of rubbish.
Pride …I hated him already.
"I am sorry your majesty but it's not what you think. There is nothing between Lady Mala and I. She is only trying to…." Michelle stuttered.
"And who asked you to speak?" Arabella's father asked.
Michelle lowered his head.
"Leave before I give you a real reason to plead and explain yourself," He sneered.
