Silence stretched in the little hall-like room after my insistence, after my declaration, heavy as a shroud.
The crackle of the torches against the stone walls felt louder than breaths, louder than hearts. My stomach gave a low rumble then, embarrassing in the stillness, but I did not flinch.
It was a mere human phenomenon. I justified, still holding the lycan's king's gaze steadily. I couldn't tell what he was thinking?
Diana clutched my left hand tightly, her fingers almost trembling though she tried to mask it. I squeezed back, not for her sake alone, but for mine. Whatever the king was planning, we would triumph. After all, didn't they need my help?
Surely, he couldn't possibly be debating to jail me because I had spoken out of turn, because I hadn't addressed him with his title…
If his subordinates were here, I could imagine their murmurs, their accusations:
"She is the one who embarrassed the Queen, and now she thinks she can embarrass our King."
