Entering my study, I found Georgien and Hayden waiting for me. Father and son wore identical expressions of rage, anger, humiliation—as if I were the one who had hurt them.
I set my crown on the polished oak table, running a hand through my golden hair, letting the strands cascade like a veil of sunlight. "What happened? Why are you looking at me like this?" I asked, though I knew the reason.
But did I care? Not a whit.
People like me will never care about trivial things, especially one that involves feelings.
Georgien snarled first, his broad shoulders heaving. "Your Majesty... the newly crowned emperor... you humiliated both me and my son in front of everyone."
"Humiliated?" I echoed, circling them slowly, my silk gown whispering against the stone floor. "I used your handsome features to magnify my power. Besides, I am your future wife. You both need to be more mindful of my reputation."
