Arthur’s point of view.

“My sister, Ara, is the beast king’s mate?!” I asked, who knows my ears might have heard wrong.

“Yes, Miss Humphrey is the king’s mate” the man answered.

My fist inched forward and landed another punch on his nose, releasing a crack this time and sending him to the ground.

“You bloody liar, how dare you lie about my sister being the beast king’s mate?!” I growled angrily at him.

“I’m not lying, it’s…”

I kicked his stomach cutting off whatever he was about to vomit, he grunted and threw me a glare but didn’t fight back.

“My sister can never be paired with that bastàrd!...