VAELORA released a tiny scoff as soon as Zayn made his way into her chambers. "Luna." He bowed, making her frown. "Zayn." Vaelora muttered, trying her best to mask her growing irritation. "I was told you sent for me, My Queen." He said in a mockful subservient tone, pushing her buttons all the more. "Please Zayn, do no't add to my anger towards you." She replied sharply, standing from the bed and making her way to the balcony. He followed her behind, a lot on his mind. "Sit." She ordered, the anger evident in her voice. It felt both weird and deeply disturbing for them to be having such an exchange. Hesitantly, Zayn took his seat opposite her. He waited for her to speak, but she said nothing, just observing him. "You stopped Zentrakii from performing her duties yesterday." He decided to break the silence. "Last time I checked, Zayn, personal maids are higher ranking maids compared to the others. That is the structure and hierarchy within the House of Veylor. Sh
Read more