Page 22 of Alpha's Impostor Bride

“Continue,” he says to the designer.

“Miss Asher told the queen that she wasn’t worthy of wearing those designs. She said that a lowly creature like her deserves to wear rags,” the designer chokes out. “She and the maids taunted the queen and chose these clothes for her.”

Cedric flexes his hand into a fist. “I see. And were you here to serve Bella?”

The designer’s head jerks up. “No, Sire. But Miss Asher is always the one who uses my services. She always has the final say—”

“Is Bella the queen?” he asks coldly, cutting her off.

The designer pales. “No—”

“Can you point out who the queen of the Northern Kingdom is?”

The trembling designer points toward me.

“So, you’re telling me that somebody insulted my mate, the queen, in your presence and ordered clothes that even commoners wouldn’t wear, and you had the nerve to bring those exact items? Did you expect the queen to wear them?”

The designer whimpers. “But Miss Asher—”

“I asked you a question. Did you expect the queen to wear these clothes? Did you think it was funny to mock the queen of this kingdom?”

The woman collapses to the ground, terrified. “I wouldn’t dare!”

“But you did.” Cedric’s arm tightens around my waist. “Maybe I should just let the monsters plaguing the border roam free. Let them into your village to kill your family. Since you clearly don’t respect mine.”

The designer’s head lifts, terror written all over her face. “Your Majesty!”

“Harriet, bring those maids here.”

Harriet drags over the two maids and throws them to the ground, where they immediately kneel, crying.

“You don’t like to serve your mistress?” Cedric demands. “Do you think you’re better than her?”

They shake their heads, weeping.

I don’t like this. I don’t like to see him bullying these women. It brings me no satisfaction.

“I think that’s enough,” I say, tense.

Cedric snaps at me. “If you can’t discipline your maids, then I will. The fact that they had the audacity to turn on their mistress and mock her is not acceptable. They clearly think they are of a higher status than the queen. Maybe I should send them into battle on the border. Let them experience life out there.”

He has not said anything to Bella, and it doesn’t surprise me. After all, why would he reprimand his lover? Yet, she was the instigator in all of this. The others were simply going along with her.

“Summon the guards,” Cedric orders coldly. “These three women, along with their entire families, old and young, will be sent to the border to fight alongside the soldiers.”

I know of the border by the Veil. The monsters that roam there are incredibly dangerous. The king is giving these people a death sentence for nothing but preparing inappropriate clothing for me.

I’ve never raised my voice before. I’ve never stood up for myself. But if I don’t do something right now, these women and their families will die. They shouldn’t die because of me.

“No.” I pull away from Cedric. “I don’t want them fighting at the border.”

“The decision has been made,” Cedric says sharply, his eyes flashing at me.

I could stay silent as I’ve been told to and let the women go their deaths. But I can’t. I don’t want them to die simply because of what they did to me. It’s not right. Cedric has decided to kill them, and the only one who can possibly stop him is me. Meanwhile, the person responsible for everything is getting off scot-free.

It takes every ounce of my willpower to get to my feet and say, “No. These are my maids, and the designer was working for me. I should be the one to decide their punishment.”

My mate looks at me, his brows raised. “You are going to punish them?”

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