Ezra
I winced slightly, chuckling hesitantly as I tried to defend them. "Madame Vane, please... there's still plenty of time left before the ceremony."
Madame Vane turned her full attention toward me. The terrifying, strict scowl on her face softened just a tiny fraction, though her posture remained completely rigid. She stepped forward and bowed her head in deep respect.
"Forgive my harsh tone, Your Lordship," Madame Vane said, her voice sharp and unyielding. "However, I must inform you that His Majesty has personally sent three different messengers to my quarters within the last hour alone, ordering us to hurry up with the preparations. He explicitly stated that if there were to be even a single second of delay in bringing you to the altar, he would personally have all our heads."
I blinked, my jaw dropping slightly. Of course Allen would threaten the staff.
