Chapter 162
Rosalie’s POV
The flowers Ethan had brought me remained on my lap. Though I considered pushing them off onto the floor, I didn’t. They were beautiful and innocent, and they deserved to be treated better.
I sighed. I bundled them into a bouquet and placed them on the table along with the necklace. The simple decoration immediately brightened the room.
I heard a discussion at the door of my tent that got my attention. Georgia’s voice boomed above those of the guards and another female voice I thought to be Vicky’s.
“Let me in there right now, d*mn you, or I’ll cut your balls off and shove them down your throat!”
“But Miss Georgia,” one of the guards was saying, “the Rogue King has expressly forbid us from letting anyone inside to see the White Queen.”
The next thing I heard was the sound of someone doubling over in pain as I assumed Georgia had punched him in the stomach.
“Go tell Ethan. Now! Otherwise you’ll be the next!” she threatened the other guard.
“M-Miss Georgia…” he stammered.
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