I Left My Husband For The Rogue King
Then, an elderly woman I had never seen before, her hair completely white, her back hunched and her eyes eerily vacant.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
“Who the hell allowed all of you in here?” I hissed, my shock twisting quickly into fury. My gaze locked on Freya, knowing this was her idea. “Get out of my room now. I did not summon any of you. If you wished to see me, you should have asked.”
Freya didn’t flinch. Instead, she turned slightly toward the old strange woman, “This is the new Queen, Our King’s mate, Winter. Ignore her outburst, she’s indeed childish and prone to tantrums.”
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