The Beast And The Blessed

Eighty-Five: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

The tension in the room was so thick that I felt like we were swimming in it. Charlie's glare was locked on me, and I matched it with as much anger as I could muster.

Killian was fuming as he sat behind his desk, staring at us like a father about to scold his daughters instead of my mate, who had saved me from his blood-thirsty sister. I wasn't sure what I had done wrong, but from the curl of disgust on his lips, I had done something.

It might have been because I had thrown his sister through the wall of their mother's bedroom in front of a dozen people. Perhaps it was because I hadn't told him I was planning on returning to where his father had tried to talk to me before I did it. I knew he had been worried about me after yesterday, and he would have said no to me going...which is precisely why I didn't ask for permission.

It was now time to beg for forgiveness.

"Killian," I started before biting my tongue, knowing that the one who spoke first in any argument or negotiation almost always lost.

He lifted his hand as he closed his eyes. If he hadn't been so angry, I would assume he had been in pain from me saying his name. But if he was, he hid it well because hatred was all I could see when he looked at me again. 1

"The fighting stops now. Figure your shit out!" He growled, sitting back in his chair with his hands crossed over his stomach as he looked between Charlie and me. The relaxed stance was a farce, as his knuckles were white from how tightly he held his hands together.

I turned to Charlie, seeing her glare had never left me. "I did not...."

"You may wear my mother's crown, but you had no right to go near her! I expressly ordered for my mother to be left alone!" She yelled, pushing herself up to stand but stopping when Killian gave a feral growl of warning.

"You..." I tried again, gritting my teeth when she yelled over me again.

"You can be executed for harming a royal family member." Her claws extended, and her nails made small popping noises as they punctured the fabric over the arms of the chair.

I flinched at her clear separation of me from her family... so much for being sisters. We were bound by our connection to Killian but nothing more.

narrowed my eyes as she did the same and growled at

shut before glaring at Killian like a pouting child. I

before looking down at Charlie. "I am the queen here, not you! You are nothing but a

could see the fire burning in her eyes. Once I had children with Killian, our children would become the heirs, and Charlie would no

me. You're protective of your mother, and I respect that, but you have no right to lash out at me for something I didn't do, especially in front of others!" I wanted to be civil,

only a foot apart. My magic was swirling beneath my skin, and I felt victorious as she was forced back against the cushion and was unable to move. "You say you're the princess, so stop acting like you're the queen. You also say

forget your place. If anyone is going to be executed, it will be

wasn't sure if that was my doing or

needed her, loved her, and would always protect her. But it was an

proud of me for holding my own against Charlie, but the hatred was still on his face as

said otherwise. Only a moment later, the

desk between us as I sat down. This time I stayed silent as I waited for

my lip as the very same flooded through

was a wall, as if he were intentionally holding everything else back

our bond. The way he was staring at me

rewording of the same statement suddenly

thought we were equals. Are you mad that I could have put myself in danger or

my veins. Would he really be so shallow as to be bothered

that sets for the rest of the council who were under the same order?" His disapproving tone was irritating me further and making

She is acting like a spoiled brat, and I am sick of it! She hurt you time and time again, and now

I agree that she should have some say in what happens to our mother."

it all the time?" I stood, throwing one hand up in exasperation as I began to pace

toward me didn't seem to be lessening, and the mask over his emotions only seemed to be hardening with each passing word." She gets a little more leniency, especially