Ava’s POV
I rushed into my room, holding my son tightly in my arms. My breath was shaky with rage, my heart pounding in my chest. Everything was falling apart, my mother had turned against me.
The council had betrayed me and Arthur, the one council I fought hard to win their trust had turned their backs on me, the moment Arthur and now my son’s future was in danger.
As soon as I stepped inside my room, Amelia followed me inside, her face was full of worry. "Ava, what happened?" she asked. “Did you talk to your mother? What the hell is she up to?*
I sat down angrily in the chair near the fireplace. My legs felt too weak to hold me up. "I didn’t know," I muttered, shaking my head. "I didn’t know my mother was like this."
Amelia knelt beside me, gripping my hand. Her face flickered to anger. "She turned the council against you, Ava," she said. “How could she do something this vile? All the while I thought everything she did for you was to protect you, I can't believe I fought with Arthu
