Aurora couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had silently instructed her maids to find out what truly happened the previous night, and now that she finally knew, she could barely contain the storm raging inside her.
"Bitch!" she screamed.
The porcelain cup in her hand flew across the room and shattered violently against the wall.
Pieces scattered across the floor as the loud crash echoed through her chambers.
Her maids flinched in fear, their trembling eyes darting between Aurora's furious face and the broken pieces of porcelain littering the floor.
"You are sure the king cut off Victor's hand because he touched Arabella?" Aurora asked again, her voice low but dangerous.
"Yes, my lady," the maids chorused nervously.
Aurora's chest rose and fell rapidly. Her fingers curled tightly into fists as jealousy burned violently inside her.
"Both of you get out. I want to be alone," she said softly, though the calmness in her tone was far more terrifying than her earlier scream.
