Zane~
I should've stopped her.
That's what my father probably thought as he stared at Natalie—my Natalie—standing like a tempest in the middle of the King's ballroom, glowing like the wrath of the gods, and calling judgment down on a man who deserved it.
But I didn't move.
Not at first.
Because a petty part of me—one that was bitter and wounded and still furious with my father—wanted to watch him squirm.
I warned him. I begged him to cancel this damn ball. Told him it was a bad idea. That sending men after Natalie would never end well. That Natalie wouldn't take his cowardice lying down.
But no.
He wouldn't listen.
He was the King. And in his arrogance, he thought he could control everything, including the storm walking into this palace barefooted and furious.
So I stood still.
