“DON’T YOU EVER threaten me in front of everyone like that ever again.”
There was so much venom coming out of the Prince’s mouth. It seemed like he was restraining too much anger, that it was slowly steaming out of his mouth and ears. Morgana Cerovic didn’t even flinch though. Not even when King Larkin pushed her into the room violently and spat at her. She only glared menacingly at her said husband, taking a careful look at her arm if it was bruised or not. The King looked absolutely furious by this matter.
With the elegance of a true Queen, Morgana smoothed out the rumple of her dress, chin held high, shoulders still rounded back, and she said, “I did not threaten you.”
“Oh, you did not?” The King hissed.
“No. I was threatening that wrench.” Her pointed fingers were directed at me. R
