{Third Person}
Lysandra did not stop there.
Her gaze remained fixed on Amara, sharp and unyielding as she continued, "You have truly disgraced this Royal family."
The words landed heavily in the quiet hall.
"You are a political bride," Lysandra went on, her tone calm but cutting. "The wife of the Alpha Prince, yet you could not conduct yourself properly at such an important event."
Amara swallowed, then gathered the courage to respond. "Your Majesty… the Princess came to me, and His Highness approved—"
"Enough." That single word cut through her explanation.
Lysandra didn't raise her voice, but the authority in it was enough to silence Amara instantly.
"Even if the Alpha Prince permits you to behave without regard for rules," she said, her gaze narrowing slightly, "should you not know better yourself? Or must everything be handed to you before you learn how to carry yourself with dignity?"
Amara's lips parted, but no words came out.
