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Chapter 11

NOAH.

"Sorry."

"This isn't right. I am the slave here, so as a master, you shouldn't apologize to me."

"You know that I never saw you as one. You are my mate, not my slave."

My eyes fell to her swollen cheeks, and rage swirled in my chest again. Had I had a position in the court, I would have killed Flora Barlow without a second thought. I'd enjoyed tearing her flesh apart and hanging her head in the courtroom to show that everyone who disrespects Violette would meet the same end.

Sadly, I had strong physical strength but not so much in politics.

"Lady Barlow will be your mate. The king chose her for you." She replied, still averting my gaze.

Lifting her chin, I said, "Look at me. Do I look in need of another mate? No. You are enough, I am sorry for letting her hurt you, and I am sorry that I can't publicly defend you in front of my family. It's me who lacked the power but worry not my dear; I'll give them tenfold pains and embarrassment. It's a promise."

Her violet eyes watered, and
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