I frowned at Oscar’s intense gaze. "I don’t care if she needs a doctor; she is a slave here, not a guest," I said and stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind me. "Is the priest of the moon goddess here? Let’s start the wedding." I stated.
"The wedding is going to happen in the garden; a few guests have already arrived," he replied. I didn’t pay attention to the tone of his voice. I pushed my hands into my pockets and began walking down the bright hallway, while two warriors started following us.
"Um, I know you hate her, but if she dies, who are you going to torture?" Oscar questioned. "She is too stubborn; she needs to be taught a lesson—" Oscar cut in.
"But she is on the verge of—" I cut in. "You know I hate it when someone interrupts me; don’t ever do that again, or I will
