The queen was irritated by how disdainfully Arielle behaved toward her son’s gestures.
I would like to see just how you manage.
She cast a cold glare at Arielle. “Sure, if you want to stay so badly.” Arielle was not afraid of her at all. Instead, her lips curled into a smirk. “Your Majesty, do you feel a tightness in your chest like you’re having trouble breathing?”
Like a trigger, her words startled the queen who clutched at her chest with one hand and pointed an accusatory finger at Arielle with the other. “What have you done to me?”
“Ari…” Aaron stared at her, horrorstruck.
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