Lycan King's Regret: Punished The Wrong Daughter novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: 117- The Wrong Woman

Arabella Toussaint:

The room suddenly went quiet. For a moment, I stood there feeling as though she had slapped me across the face.

I felt tears burning behind my eye lids. Who said that I had gotten confident enough to fight for myself? What was I even thinking when I accepted the dinner invitation?

Isolde Smith was right. Royals knew how to remind me of my place.

The queen at last looked at me, "We don’t allow slaves at the royal table!" She lifted her chin with a proud smile on her face and then decided to walk toward her seat.

Everyone else slowly sat down, but I remained where I was. I could feel Bradley standing just behind me, though I didn’t dare look at him. If I moved even a little, I was afraid the tears burning behind my eyes might finally fall.

Theodora reached for her chair, but instead of sitting, she looked behind me. "Bradley."

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Find her another seat. She is not sitting next to me." Another wave of humiliation washed over me when she made the announcement in front of everyone.

Bradley didn’t argue. His hand gently closed around mine and pulled me a step away from the table. "Come on," he said quietly. "I’ll find you another seat."

I closed my eyes for a second. My hands had already curled into fists, and I could feel my nails digging into my palms. I gave a small nod and turned with him.

Theodora finally sat down, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. Aliya was grinning beside her as if watching me being humiliated had made her entire evening.

And I?

I wanted to disappear. But I would be damned if I let either of them see that.

Bradley led me farther down the table and pulled out another chair. Once I sat down, he reached for the water and poured me a glass without saying anything.

I accepted it immediately and took a slow sip, grateful for the excuse to keep my face hidden behind the glass for a few seconds.

I was still trying to get my emotions under control when I felt a hand covering mine in my lap. I turned my head to look at the man whose face seemed guilty after what happened seconds ago. Bradley gave my hand a small squeeze before nodding at me.

"You okay?" he asked, keeping his voice low.

I tried to smile. "Do I look okay?"

"Not particularly. But you’re the most beautiful woman here." He then leaned toward me. "Does that make you feel better?"

Despite everything, I couldn’t stop the giggle. "Thank you."

"I swear. Ignore her. She is just jealous," he added quietly, but that made my eyes go wide. I tried to suppress another giggle, lowering my head so that the Queen wouldn’t see me smiling.

I looked at our hands for a moment before taking a slow breath. The smile on my lips was probably shaky, but at least I managed one.

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