Thoren
She had some nerve.
Showing up at my doorstep with wild claims and a child clinging to her coat like a prop in a play designed to gut me.
But it wasn’t just the stunt—it was the way she looked at me. Like she knew something I didn’t. Like she had power here.
No one holds power over me.
I stepped forward, leveling her with the full weight of my gaze. “You need to leave.”
Bethany straightened, her chin lifting like she was royalty instead of a disgruntled servant with a ghost from the past. “I will do no such thing until I get what is rightfully owed to my son. Your son.”
I didn’t flinch. “False claims aren’t owed a damn thing.”
Her smile was all venom and strategy. “Then maybe I’ll go elsewhere. Perhaps the press would be interested. I’m sure the people of this kingdom would
