"Everyone across the underworld knows the Don adores Lady Seraphina and no one else. You're nothing but a wretched outsider who snuck in here, and you dare call yourself his queen? Do you have a death wish?"
Seraphina's lips curled into a vicious smile.
"I assumed that since you managed to slither into this estate using that face of yours to seduce the Don, you'd have at least some cunning. Turns out you're just a brainless fool."
"I've been married into the Valente household for ages, and I've never once heard of a so-called queen. You're a civilian without a single connection to any Family. What could possibly qualify you for that title?"
"If you were truly the Don's wife, why would you be living alone in the Forbidden Wing, where not a single soul dares to tread?"
With that, Seraphina touched the hollow of her throat, a gesture that looked like feminine delicacy, and turned to the other soldiers with her order:
"Cut off this wretch's limbs. Let's see how long that sharp tongue of hers lasts."
The soldiers drew their blades and closed in on me.
None of them knew the real reason the Forbidden Wing stood so desolate.