99 — Who Are You?

"Don't blame yourself," Ahan's words echoed in Layla's mind as she blankly stared at the people before her.

"Greetings, Your Majesty, the king and the queen of Averlyon. Greetings, Your Royal Highness, the crown princess of Averlyon, and the crown prince of Yurania," Layla lowered her upper body, slightly lifting her dress.

"Take a seat," Zayn gestured his hand towards the seat beside him.

Layla nodded, gulping nervously.

Why did the king ask her to sit beside him? To whisper harsh words? She shook her head. Her father loved her.

"He wouldn't do this to me," Layla repeated to herself as if it would turn into reality if she did.

"What is going on here?" Layla asked, sitting beside the dark-haired middle-aged man.

"We are having a tea party," Sameera chuckled.

"T-Tea party?" Layla stuttered.

"A family one," Zahra added.