#Chapter 222: They Can’t Trap Him

“This was more than a mere slight,” I snap. “Your butler shot the King!”

Gillian gives me a vague sort of look, like she’s not apologetic or sympathetic at all.

Roman wraps his arm around me, placing his hand on the small of my back.

“It’s alright, Tessa,” Roman says. Though he has been more calm through this entire ordeal more than I would have expected from him, right now, he seems impossibly