Alistair stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his purple mantle billowing in the wind.
Sensing her gaze, he turned to look at Elvira. There was a flicker of disdain in his eyes.
“Useless.” He strode inside. “You let some maid beat you without even reporting it?”
Elvira kelt, pressing her forehead to the cold marble “Forgive me, Your Majesty.”
Alistair’s hands gripped her chin, forcing her to look up. “Remember your place. You’re the Frost family’s offering–my toy to break. No one touches you
“Right,” Elvira murmured, her heart turning to ice.
Indeed, she was just a tool for him to vent his anger.
Serang that she was unharmed, Alistair turned and walked away, tossing over his shoulder, “Come with me. Prepare ink for me”
Elvira followed him to the King’s study, carefully grinding the ink. But as she did, a wound on her hand split open, and blood dripped into the inestone, stairing it a dark red.
Slap
Alistair’s brow furrowed in amoyance as he grabbed a jar of sintinent and threw it at her forehead.
“Get out! You can’t even handle something so simple. Useless!”
The jar left a red mark on her forehead as it fell to the ground. She quietly plled it up, hearing Alistair’s cold voice from behind her: “Stay away from Court for two days. You’ll oversee the Midwinter Hall preparations. One mistake, and I’ll have your head.”
“As Your Majesty commands.”
Elvira, clutching her swollen forehead, lowered her eyes and withdrew
After hastily applying some intent to her injuries, she began to prepare for the banget
Lord Chamberlain, win had followed her, seemed hesitant. “My lady, don’t be upset. His Majesty, though harsh, is concerned about your injury. It he Trudy were angry, he would not have let you all so easily ”
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Elvira shook her head, her voice soft. “You jest, my lord.”
Alistair despised her. How could he care about her?
But Lord Chamberlain did not press further and merely
