Cecilia’s POV
My heart stopped.
What?
Leopold’s eyes found mine immediately, narrowing dangerously as Sophia cried against the floor, clutching her ankle like she was moments away from death itself. Tears were clinging to her lashes, and her bottom lip trembled.
“She was jealous… she told me I wouldn’t make a good queen and that the King could never love me,” Sophia whimpered.” Then she shoved me, and I hurt my ankle.”
The hallway erupted into complete chaos.
Servants rushed forward while guards crowded around Sophia, their voices overlapping as they tried to help her. Someone pushed past me hard enough that I stumbled back against the wall, my own ankle searing in pain.
Leopold’s eyes never left mine, his lip curling in a snarl, and I felt a shiver creep up my spine.
“1…! didn’t push her,” I stammered.
My voice was drowned out, though, by the chaos happening around me.
Sophia let out another cry, louder this time, clutching tighter to Leopold the moment he knelt beside her.
“Your Majesty…” she whimpered, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks. “It hurts…”
“She grabbed me first,” I blurted, pointing at Sophia. “She’s pretending… this is an act.”
Even as I desperately said those words, I knew they sounded just that… desperate… just as pathetic.
“Why would I do this to myself?” Sophia asked, another sob escaping her lips. “I was only trying to apologize and come up with some common ground between two old friends… we were practically sisters in the pack. I gave you everything, even with your low Omega status, and you still treated me like this.”
My heart cracked open on the spot as I stared down at her. She was flipping our scripts entirely. None of this was true… I was the one who gave her everything. I gave her friendship; I gave her a home… I gave her a family. And she’s still out to get me because of what?
The crowd murmured immediately; their faces masked with horror and shock as they glared at me.
“Sophia apologized, and Cecilia still pushed her?”
“Cecilia is so heartless. How could she do that to poor Sophia?”
“Jealousy is an ugly look to have.”
My stomach twisted violently.
Leopold’s eyes finally turned away from mine and looked down at Sophia, his fingers slowly touching her swollen ankle. She winced in pain, clutching him even tighter
“It hurts,” she whimpered again. It was her entire body that was trembling.
“Get a healer,” Leopold snapped to his guards.
One of the guards hurried off immediately.
My heart was in my throat as I waited… I waited for him to say something… anything. I needed him to look at me and tell me that he didn’t believe any of this nonsense. That he knew Sophia was lying. But those words never came… what did come was much
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His gaze snapped to mine yet again, and all I could see was pure disappointment
It broke something inside of me, and I took a step away from him as if he had slapped me. I winced at the pain in my ankle, not caring that I twisted it.
‘You should return to your room, Cecilia,” he said goldly, his eyes narrowing.
“Leopold-”
“You will address me appropriately,” he snapped, his voice coming out as a snarl, and I couldn’t help but flinch.
My cheeks burned with humiliation as I lowered my gaze.
“Your Majesty,” I said softly, my throat tightening painfully.
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