"Why wouldn't I dare?"
The moment this cold voice echoed, a shiver ran down everyone's spine.
The entire square fell silent.
The ten thousand people standing there turned pale as they slowly lifted their heads, their eyes fixed on the sky, searching for the source of that voice.
Fear spread like a wave. Some held their breath. Others felt their legs go weak. No one dared to speak.
Charlotte's mother, the queen, nervously bit her lips.
Her hands trembled beneath her sleeves.
The last time she had seen her daughter was three years ago.
That day, Charlotte had looked at them with cold eyes and said they were no longer her parents.
She had turned her back without hesitation.
The queen knew they were at fault.
She knew they had hurt their daughter deeply.
Still, part of her heart wondered if cutting ties completely was too harsh, all for that delinquent.
But those thoughts faded quickly.
Right now, she was only nervous.
