Bree turned her gaze away. She did not want to see what she was not supposed to see, though she was supposed to be tempting these men. Bree had a feeling that they were the ones who were tempting her in return.

Cian beckoned her with his forefinger, and Bree, despite trying her best to ignore the man and his actions in front of her, could not help but snarl when she saw how the man was treating her. What was even more shocking was that a man was able to get that kind of reaction from her. She had never lost her temper. Not once.

She pursed her lips and walked over to where the man was sitting. She didn’t run away, nor did she scream for help. She knew that there was no point; even if she was the queen, the situation was not optimistic. The residual drug in her system had caused others to believe that she had lost her mind, and Bree knew that even if she made a fuss, that would only make others look at her with an even more disdainful gaze.

After all, she and Cian were husband and wife. Could she even cause a fuss when her husband was the one who wanted to touch her?

"Do that again, and I will break that finger of yours," Bree delivered the threat with a smile on her lips. She wondered whether this man was trying to fight with her or make her lose her temper. She should probably control her temper, but you know what fuck it.

"Your majesty, get over here if you want to know why I brought you here."

Bree’s shoulders suddenly tensed as she looked at the man in front of her. She narrowed her eyes as she took careful steps toward him, each one echoing a louder-than-necessary sound. She pursed her lips as she came to a stop in front of the man. It was only when she arrived in front of the man that she realised that Cian was actually crowding the entire seating space that could easily accommodate three or more people.

She always thought that the man was leaner and much more feminine than the rest, but it seemed like she had underestimated him. The man, though slender, was nowhere near as small and petite as she had taken him to be. The fact that he could crowd the entire couch on his own was enough to prove that.

However, her thought came to a sudden halt when a startled, funny noise that even felt foreign to her suddenly left her lips. But she did not focus on that; instead, she turned all her attention to the thing that had caused her to yelp like a little child.

Cian had grabbed her by the wrist and had hauled her over so fast that she had landed on him. Her bosom crashed against his chest, and their faces almost bumped into one another. The assault on her senses was simply too much for Bree to withstand, so much so that she even ignored the stupid glint in the eyes of the man who was holding her. "Well, it seems like you are being such a lovely little lady today."

Bree bit back a curse as she tried to get up from his lap. And Cian let her, but as soon as she stood up to turn her back and leave, his brutish hands landed on her hips, and Bree stifled whatever sound that was about to escape from her lips. A curse. It had to be a curse. No, it was certainly a curse.

And she wasn’t someone who cursed for no reason.

Before she could say anything to the man, he dragged her down with his hands, and her bottom hit something hard. His thighs.

What the hell?

Panic started to crawl up her spine when she realised what was going on. She tried to get up, but the man held her down with just enough force to keep her pressed on his lap. "You need to stay still, your majesty or else you will make us face a problem that you certainly do not want to face."

Bree felt her mouth drop. She really wanted to give up on her throne and vanish right at that instant. What was going on? How come she ended up falling into such a tragic situation? No matter how one looked at it, it was her own fault.

She tried again, trying to get away from the psychopath, but before she could even move, his hands reached out and curled around her waist, and his palms reached out to squeeze her bosom. "I have to say, I never thought that her majesty was this blessed." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Heat spread through her neck and face, making Bree shift uncomfortably. "Stop touching me and stop throwing those useless comments." She hissed under her breath, trying to shake off the hands that were holding and touching her. "I did not come here to sleep with you. You said that there was something that you wanted to tell me, so begin speaking."

He chuckled. The voice was like a symphony that made her spine tremble in all the wrong ways. "You don’t need to remind me."

"What are you even trying to do? Just tell me the truth. Why did you bring me here?"

"I don’t know. The fact that you are so uncomfortable in the embrace of your own husband. You kind of wounded me, your majesty."

"You!"

However, before she could say even another word, the sound of something shuffling came from outside, and a few servants who were walking in saw the sight of her sitting on Cian’s lap, and that wasn’t all. They looked at her and turned red in shame before turning on their feet and running away.

Heat rushed to her head, and she tried to maintain as much dignity as possible at that very moment, but she couldn’t because what had happened just now made her feel like she had been stripped naked. Something slithered up her spine and started to drag her down with it—