Rufus' POV:
The queen's hall was brightly lit. The servants were on their knees, fearing that they would be implicated.
I casually walked in.
Just then, a teacup shattered at my feet.
"What's making you angry, mother?" I smiled at her.
"How dare you question me?" My mother dramatically slumped on the sofa with a grumpy look on her face.
I walked over and sat beside her, ignoring her tone.
Like my father, my mother, too, liked smashing things when she got angry.
"You can leave now." I waved my hand, gesturing for the servants to leave.
My mother glanced at me and waved the fan in her hand to get some air. "Get rid of that she-wolf."
"She has a name. It's Sylvia." I stretched back and cracked my knuckles without taking her words seriously.
"I don't care what her name is. She is a slave, after all." My mother snorted and threw her fan aside. "You are a prince of the royal family. Protecting a lowly she-wolf like this will only ruin the dignity and reputation of our family."
"Sylvia is my mate. I've accepted her," I said frankly.
My mother's face darkened even more.
I arched an eyebrow and examined her face. She was seething with rage. I poured her a cup of warm tea and slid it toward her. "Mother, I hope you understand."
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