Lord Vealor had been restless ever since he arrived at the palace.
Paranoia clung to him like a second skin, tightening its grip with every passing moment. He had seen it, noticed it clearly. The king's attention toward the new breeder was far too intense to ignore. Even though the king had openly claimed he did not bring her to the palace for breeding purposes, Vealor wasn't convinced.
Not even for a second.
Something about it felt wrong.
He couldn't shake the growing unease gnawing at his insides, the unmistakable feeling that his carefully crafted plan was slowly slipping through his fingers.
And he hated it.
"Aurora, you foolish girl!"
His voice thundered through the chamber, sharp and unforgiving.
Aurora flinched instantly, her entire body trembling at the sheer force of his anger. Her head bowed deeply, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress as if it could shield her from his wrath.
