"As long as you don't insult my kids, I'll refrain from showing my true colors—if that's what bothers you," Serena said to Mallory, her tone calm but warning. "You insult me or Alex, I say nothing. But I won't tolerate anything against my sons. I raised them alone for so many years, and it's not for someone random to badmouth them without even knowing anything about them."
"The woman your son harmed is my husband's sister. How am I supposed to answer them now?" Mallory asked, her face angry.
"She's not dead," Alexander said calmly. "She's fortunate it was my little son and not me using that knife on her. No one is allowed to bad mouth my woman." His gaze changed to warning one, "And I see you are doing just that."
Though Aledric was the King, a person is authority, Alexander was no less. Mallory knew it well to fear her brother and not cross his boundaries. After all he was raised by Aeldric himself and was taught cruelty over any emotions since young.
