Chapter 83

Prescott’s Pov

We all gathered around the large table in my office. I leaned forward, resting my hands on the table, with my fingers intertwined. Taking a deep breath, I began to explain what had happened to the Queen, and the issue with the rogue. I didn't expect them to be upset, but I was surprised by Aunt Velvena's reaction.

Her eyes widened in shock upon hearing what had been happening, and she adjusted in her seat, her hand going to her mouth. “You can't be serious,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I fear the matter at hand won't permit me to joke around, don't you think?” I heaved a sigh, grabbing my head in both palms.

Aunt Velvena's reaction was swift and intense. She shot up from her seat, her palm pressed to her chest as if she could feel her heart pounding against her hand. “You mean to tell me that all of this has been going on, and no one bothered to tell me?” Her voice was sharp, her eyes flashing with anger as she shot me a deadly glare. “I'm practically like