Haelyn lowered her head, hiding the glimmer of suppressed fear, like a mouse suddenly cornered at the far end of the room with no way out.
Silence instantly reigned over the grand room.
Mark didn't snap back immediately. Instead, he froze with his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Mark stared intently into Seren's eyes, searching for a single trace of hatred. However, Mark saw no sincerity in the woman's gaze.
Mark felt he was being toyed with. In his mind, already consumed by emotion, Mark was certain Seren was employing the most cunning tactic—pretending to have lost her memory to evade responsibility for the safety of her heir.
"Stop the charade, Seren!" Mark roared.
"Do you think that by pretending to have forgotten Haelyn, I'll forgive your actions that nearly killed my child?"
