Cornered Truths

Ale’s POV

Ale’s hands trembled as she lifted them defensively, and I started forward slowly, each step intentionally threatening.

She began backing away, step by step, fear creeping in.

“And to correct the trash you just spewed, I don’t need you, or your father’s rotting blood, to seal my throne. That chair has been in my family for over twenty years. I didn’t need you for anything.” My voice d