"Well, well, well. Look who we have here." Thistle snickered, straightening her back in the chair.
"A runaway Princess, who decides to throw away her duty because of a man," Lunaria added, her lips were as blood, if I didn't know she was a fae I would have thought she was a vampire, or a witch.
I rolled my eyes inwardly at them, I steadied my steps as I walked to the center of the courtroom.
My gaze met with my mother's, and I almost let out a grimace from the expression on her face. The air in the room was tense and suffocating.
I held the side of my skirt, raising it slightly to bow to the King. "Your Majesty." Cold beads of sweat trickled down my back.
He didn't utter a word, which made me continue bowing in greeting. His gaze burned through me like a scalding spear.
"Your majesty," I greeted again. My legs wobbled slightly. 'I'm the one who should be mad right now, why do I feel like I'm getting gaslighted?'
