POV: Allison

For a moment, silence enveloped the room, and I felt the full weight of their scrutiny. The king's brow furrowed in thought, and I sensed his surprise at my ferocity. I can't believe that I just yelled at king Jefferson and he did not order for my head on a platter. Is he going to hate me for being so bold?

"There is something about you that reminds me of myself as a kid." He comments, chucking when I turned to mom with a fierce warning gaze. She has come to stand next to me, trying to act the part of a good mother. I'm not having that,...