Sylvia's POV:

The tension in the room was so thick, one could've cut through it with a knife.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on me.

Flora even stopped scarfing down food. She looked at me nervously and whispered, "Don't listen to his nonsense. Prince Rufus isn't that kind of man."

Geoffrey shook his head with distress. "Men just can't control their nature."

"Why don't you just shut up?" Flora flew into a rage. "Did you do this on purpose?"

"Flora, enough." Warren pulled Flora back to her seat and tried to comfort her in a soft voice.

I bit my lower lip, not wanting to admit that my mind was in a complete mess.

Flora said. His smile remained plastered on his face, but his words carried weight. "Don't get me wrong. I also believe that Prince Rufus is

What he really meant was painfully

urge to roll my eyes and

in bed, too. Countless werewolves have fallen for her," a short and fat attendant added as he

men to have the occasional affair. Besides, Prince Rufus is a powerful

angry that blue veins stood out on my temples. I suddenly stood up from my seat and

live!" Flora interrupted the attendant harshly. Fortunately, she stopped me in time. "Don't act rashly. Can't you see? Geoffrey wants you to

Prince Rufus is not that kind of person. They're just

hand, didn't try to stop me. He simply asked me

shoved Warren away. "What the hell!

put on

of steps and murmured, "Sylvia, that's one scary

attendant added, "I heard that Prince Rufus' mate used to be a slave, too. Maybe he's

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