Third person
"You married a dead weight wrapped in royal silk, and you paraded it like an accomplishment. Now you are here to pick the right groom, and you think you are in any position of choice because your family has crowned you the order of the day?" Alpha Kelvin hissed.
"If I were you, I would go with a man who is ready to treat you as a living thing. What use do you have aside from a breeder... an extension of your lineage, for which you should be grateful I am providing my alpha genes to correct the moon's mistake over your life?"
Rain's fingers clenched, and his breath hitched. He glanced over at his father, but King Aldric sat still, his face so calm, like everything was going according to plan. The insults did not stop; they continued, each landing harder than the last.
