Asher’s POV.
“Why would you defend that… that mutt!?” Ophelia fumed, clearly agitated.
I let go of her wrist the moment we safely stepped into the room and I took a few minutes to calm myself before turning around to meet her blazing eyes.
“Control yourself, Ophelia,” I folded my arms and shoot her an icy look.
“Control myself? That thing was challenging me! Me!” She huffed and then she started pacing. Her heels made little to no noise on the carpets, but her voice certainly made up for that. She huffed and scoffed and tugged at her hair while she does so. “You shouldn’t have stepped in, you should have let me teach her a lesson! I’m your favourite concubine, I have more power than she has in this damn place. You made me look like a fool out there and-”
“Ophelia!” I interrupted, insta
