Beryl's POV
I walked out angry and there were two things I was so angry about.
First, was the fact that I wasn't able to tell my so-called mate anything about myself and secondly, I was angry he could not defend me.
At the very least, act as if he trusted me in front of his subjects and then later he could call and ask for a meeting, one where we could talk about what happened and face it as a team and a couple, but, no, that was the last thing the one I loved would do.
As I walked past my guards, they needed no one to tell them it was time to leave. As I felt, both of them immediately fell behind my back. On fast steps.
I had fallen into his hands and I knew that. He would not be happy later when he found out what I had done, but then I hoped the importance of it would've been out al
