C10 THE WICKED DEAL AND THREATS

“There is no way you will stain our name! You are not worthy to bear the Mazur’s heir and my grandchild!” She says, and I see darkness for a minute.

I then toss my qualms aside, hoping that I am overthinking. The paranoia surging in me is unwarranted. I am not thinking right.

“I still don’t get you, Madam!” I say, my insides convulsing with deep ciriosities