As soon as the meeting ended, Yeren left the table.
One line of defence when she had been barraged with insults for the duration of the meeting? No matter how flattering it was, it wasn't enough.
And she was determined to tell him her exact thoughts on the matter.
How dare he let them call her a whore! He was the whore if anyone was to own the title.
First woman to claim his attention, her foot! He obviously didn't care about her.
She joined the procession behind the King, sparing Aldrich a glance.
He rose up from his seat, beckoning on her to wait for him.
The look on the King's face when she had walked in with Aldrich had been priceless, no matter how subdued.
It was her own little way of striking back, she told herself with a smirk.
Not once in their conversation had he mocked her status as the King's Cupbearer. Although he had asked about the origin of the task. She had told him the better part of the story, carefully carving out the part of her uncle's abuse.
