Shammy Black rushed into the chambers. The king was standing near his bed and sipping red wine.
"What the fuck you did?" She yelled at his back. Dylan Simard looked at Shammy Black with his cold gaze.
"What's wrong?"
"Why the hell did you ask Vrinda Simard to hold the meeting with the royal advisers?"
"Their king was hit brutally. They are worried. I can't help with this."
"Why Vrinda is taking decisions?"
"The head court Lady is responsible for taking judgements on the matters of the castle. Vrinda Simard is given the responsibility of taking care of the internal court in absence of Jane Dover. Winsonland's rules are working like this."
"Fucking rules." She snorted, "When did you start caring about the rules?" She was mad at her silly brother who had given a chance to his sons to be trapped.