The Queen’s Throne

Lisa’s Stance

“Who are you?” I asked, feeling distracted by the unknown person before me. He looked at me with a snarl on his face. I wondered who he was and how I might have offended him.

“You’re asking me who I am?” he responded.

“Yes, who are you?” I inquired once more.

“Hehe he. The little wolf has a lot of guts,” he mocked. I trembled, sensing the intense aura of hostility emanating from him.

I had thought that everyone would accept me, but obviously, there were some who stood against me. Or perhaps he was merely testing me.

“After stealing my daughter’s husband,” he accused....