Jasmine's POV
The King's words cut through the throne room like a blade. "You will depart from the palace today."
His tone carried no warmth, no room for negotiation. The finality of it made my knees weak.
I opened my mouth to respond, but silence was all that escaped. Those piercing eyes offered no mercy, no hint of the kindness I had once known.
My gaze desperately sought the Queen's face, hoping for some sign of support. But she remained motionless, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles had turned white. She stared at the polished marble floor as if it held answers she couldn't bear to share.
"You must master control over your beast before you may return to these halls," the King declared, his voice growing harder with each word.
I struggled to find my voice. "Your Majesty, I—"
The heavy doors groaned open before I could finish. Soft footfalls echoed through the vast chamber, and a familiar scent reached me first.
Aunt Naia.
