Third POV
Jeremy paces the grand hall, his footsteps echoing off the marble floors. His mind races, replaying the scheme that his mother had set in motion.
How could she do this? How could she manipulate Nathan into almost r****g Fiona?
His hands clench into fists as he struggles to maintain his composure. Not being able to stand it any longer, he storms through the corridors until he reaches his mother’s quarters.
"Mother!" he shouts, his voice shaky with anger. Queen Alara sits elegantly sipping a cup of tea, her expression one of calm indifference.
"Jeremy," she replies coolly, arching an eyebrow. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this outburst?"
"You know damn well why I'm here," Jeremy snaps. "How could you set up such a heinous scheme? Do you have any idea what could have happ
