ORTON'S POV
"You may now leave Cyprian," I said.
Cyprian let out a small gasp, "Huh? Why?"
I lifted my gaze and stared down at him. How dare he question my orders.
Seeing that I wasn't in the mood to joke around, he bowed and left.
The night breeze was blowing strong enough to cause goosebumps but cool enough not to make the talk tree bow to it's tune.
"Why didn't you eat the food I had the Maids personally prepare for you?
She clasped her hands together and bowed her head. "I'm sorry your highness it will not happen again,"
That wasn't the reason I called her earlier so I'd let that slide. "The next time I ask the maids to prepare something for you to eat akd you flaunt my orders…" I swallowed the rest of my words.
Tension had already set in on her and if it's what I'm thinkin
