Yohana was stunned by Marvin's sudden, bold act. She instantly retracted her hand as she looked at him confusedly.
"Your Highness, please refrain from doing such things in the future," she said, wiping the back of her hand against her skirt.
Marvin's smile didn't falter. If anything, it widened. He shot a sidelong glance at Iskander, his eyes dancing with a mocking light. He had done what the King couldn't: he had touched her, and he had done it right in front of him.
"I just wanted to show you my appreciation," Marvin said with a loud enough voice for everyone to hear. "I wanted to tell you that you are not a slave in my eyes. To me, you are equal to us, and perhaps even more than—"
"Enough!"
Iskander's voice reverberated through the room like thunder. He gestured to the royal doctor to move away and got off the bed.
"Everyone, out. Now!" he commanded, his gaze never leaving Marvin. The royal doctor scrambled to leave, terrified of the Werewolf King's mounting fury.
