"Dia," I murmured. "Is there something I can help you with today?"
"I still don't get it."
"Pardon?"
"How could the monarch marry a human like you?" she observed as if she was peeling my skin with her eyes. "Scrawny, pale, hideous color of hair," she uttered in disgust, like my mere presence repulsed her.
"Why not choose a Lycan girl instead of this? You must be proud of yourself for seducing a monarch with your elusive skills; that is the only way he would've married you. Or do humans use magic to charm their males?"
That's it! I have had enough of this brat, to damn be the consequence.
I pulled on her ear. "Listen here, you twat! Didn't they teach you not to speak unruly?"
"How dare you pull on my ear!" she screamed at my face.
"Why make such a big deal? It does not hurt after all!"
Dia pushed off me and seethed at me, rubbing her red ear.
Wait. Did I hurt her?
"I shall ensure you get what you deserve for this insolence!"
