“Answer me!” the King shouted right into her face.
His voice boomed through the court. Everyone in the hall went quiet. Ayla’s body trembled. Her eyes widened in shock and fear. She was completely frozen. The King's large hand was still around her neck, squeezing. She could barely breathe.
Is this really the man the Moon Goddess chose for me? she thought in disbelief. He’s choking me!
It felt like death was near. If he didn’t stop, she would pass out soon. But suddenly, something strange happened.
The King's grip loosened. His hand dropped from her neck slowly. His sharp eyes, however, remained fixed on hers. They didn’t blink, didn’t move. It was like he was staring into her soul.
Ayla was stunned. She couldn’t look away either. Even though the King was sick and weak, he still looked powerful. His face had sharp features and his presence was heavy. For a moment, it was as if time had stopped.
He slowly sat back in his throne and cleared his throat. His gaze swept across the co
