I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings’ Proud Mate novel Chapter 17

Ira’s Pov

“I, King Adon Adler, hereby reject this ugly, human as my mate and queen of this kingdom. I swear in front of you all that I will never desire it now or in future,” the last of my mates states his rejection amidst cheers and applause from the crowd of guests

I am too angry to feel the pain, and I can see the confusion in the eyes of the guests and officials as they had expected to watch me cry like a little child. I am determined not to give them the satisfaction of seeing my tears. They may have They may have taken away my good dress, but not my resilience.

They look most beautiful today in their regal attires and shimmering crowns on their heads. But not even that would make me cry over their rejection. I wish I can insult them back but I was warned against

“I, Ira Levitt, hereby accept your rejection, your majesty,” I manage to say the words without stammering for the third time and feel proud of myself.

I bite hard on my lower lip as a wave of pain runs through me, making me feel like my soul is being torn apart. But it fades away within seconds and I sigh in relief.

I am surprised when King Tiras strides closer while his brothers turn away. “I know that you didn’t attack our queen. I am sorry for the punishment you suffered. But that’s all. You better never show your face in this palace again,” he whispers in a voice so low that only me can hear.

He nods at the guards who March forward and grab my arms. They drag me towards the backdoor as the priest announces the arrival of the bride. I turn my head at the last second to catch a glimpse of Princess Andria and her bridesmaids entering the banquet hall through the main entrance.

She is in the prettiest dress I have ever seen. And her smile is enough to light up the room. I am jealous.

The guards keep pulling me away, forcing the multitude of poor guests to part, until we are several metres away from the palace gates. “Run and never come near the walls of this palace again. We have been instructed to cut off your head if you do,” one informs in a cold tone.

I helped Linda prepare dinner, which neither of us is good at.

“I stayed behind to find out anything about your missing father from the foreign guests. I think I might have found something,” he says in a proud voice.

“You found out where he is,” I excitedly ask, jumping off my seat.