Chapter 18. Arrogant

Harlyn

I stand confused as Stefan shakes his head at me. I led him to my mother's room; what more did he want right now? I wanted to find Samuel and ask about the wedding, I planned to ask Lucy, but she asked about why I left, and then Stefan interrupted us.

I hadn’t noticed he followed after I was introduced to Diandra, or rather, Princess Diandra. They make a perfect couple. She looks just as bossy as he does.

“Well, open it and guide us in,” Stefan orders. Every fibre of my being screams with the urge to lash out, to challenge his authority, but I know better than to provoke the king within his own kingdom.

Internally, however, I burn with the desire to punch him square in the jaw. How satisfying it would be to wipe that smug expression off his face. But, I am bound by the constraints of hierarchy here. This kingdom isn’t like Wayne’s small city.

It’s run by royalty, and they must be respected and followed.

With a heavy sigh, I push