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CHAPTER 22: The Fatal Slip-Up

Penulis: Marcelinee
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-11 04:45:17

Dreda gasped, her mouth falling open. Tears of pure, hot humiliation welled in her eyes. The surrounding women murmured in low, approving tones, entirely siding with my calm destruction of the usurper.

"That's a lie!" Dreda cried, her voice cracking wildly. She shook her head, her hands balling into fists. Panic completely overrode her common sense. "He loves me! It wasn't just duty! He wanted me long before the winter solstice feast even finished!"

I

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