บททั้งหมดของ His Captive, His Mate, His Queen : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 96

~Ioana~She couldn't speak.Her lips opened about to say something, then she shut them back, but her eyes seemed to contain a faint pleading in them and fear."I believe I made myself clear, my words weren't vague, right?" I asked her, but it wasn't a question, it was rhetorical.Trembling, she shook her head from side to side, but words refused to come out of her lips.As she shook, something caught the light, faintly shimmering.My eyes zeroed in on it."Do you love glitter?" I changed the question. Taken aback, she froze so still, not even breathing.I snapped my fingers, snatching her back to reality."No, Your Majesty," this time the voice I wondered where it had disappeared to came back. It was incredibly firm.I nodded. "Right? Glitters are for children. I can't imagine why an adult would paste glitter on their skin."She nodded, agreeing with my words. "I dislike— no, I hate gl

~Ioana~I would be lying if my heart didn't squeeze in my chest at his words. I understood very well. It was sympathy-evoking, but sympathy alone wouldn't and can't excuse what he had done in the end."I will…" I cleared my throat. It was hoarse, emotions choked me. Images flickered through my head: a sickly young girl dying slowly, waiting for her elder brother to come back from work, and the elder brother's desperation watching his sister being eaten away.Something has to be done. Surely, they won't go unharmed."Treat your sister," I coughed out. It was a little awkward to say that, especially as his jaw dropped comically to the floor. His eyes glistened with tears. Oh goddess, not the waterworks, I pleaded inwardly. It would make everything ten times worse.Fortunately, it seemed he heeded my plea and only sniffled, hanging his head, moving his face out of my sight. "Your Majesty is gracious," he said, but somewhere in that I felt a hidden sarcasm.I waved it off. Even if he mean

~Ioana~It was mother that gave in first. I didn't think she had as much burden as father.She didn't see it as humiliation, or at least not the same way he did. Perhaps she had already gotten the sign when I threw my face to the side when she tried to plead with me—Just the same way she threw her face away the night of my banishment.Anyway, it wouldn't take a pound of flesh from her. Father's jaw ticked in anger, but he was equally helpless, his shoulders slumped.And he knelt, his head bowed, hands fisted by his side."You can rise."For the first time, I said something.Then immediately took the lead. "Why are you here?" It was a direct question. No buttering up. No affection in my voice.It was the same tone you discussed the weather with an absolute stranger. No—that even had more emotion in it.It gave no chance to manipulate things into a scene of waterworks, at least that's what I tho