?Chapter 307:


    “What happened, Makenna?” he asked gently.


    “Your Highness, earlier today at the hunting grounds, Frank tried to rape me…” I recounted the events with brief, biting rity,ying out the facts like cards on a table—how I had fallen into a deep pit and how Frank had deliberately lured away the patrolling soldiers. I carefully avoided mentioning the events with Dominic, sparing myself the difort of that revtion.


    “Makenna, you are lying!” Frank’s voice trembled. His knees buckled, and his entire body quaked like a leaf in the wind at the weight of my usations.


    “What? That can’t be true!” Jessica shrieked in disbelief, her face a portrait of shock. “You must be fabricating this, Makenna!”


    It was clear she refused to believe that Frank harbored any lingering desire for me, yet the truth remained undeniable.


    As yton absorbed my words, his expression darkened further, his anger ring like wildfire. He cut off Frank’s feeble attempts at defense with icy precision.


    “Enough! Frank, Jessica, your crimes are as clear as day. You will be flogged thirty times on the spot. And when we return to the pce, I will personally report this to the king and request that Frank be dismissed from his duties.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    “Your Highness, please have mercy on us! We won’t dare to do anything like this again. Please, just this once,” Frank and Jessica pleaded, their faces drained of all color, their knees hitting the ground as they begged desperately for yton’s forgiveness.


    But yton remained unmoved, his gaze as cold and distant as the winter moon, refusing to grant them even a nce. With a simple wave of his hand, several soldiers behind him stepped forward, swiftly dragging Frank and Jessica away without a shred of pity.


    “Your Highness, spare me!” Jessica’s cries echoed through the empty courtyard, filled with despair and helplessness, but she was powerless to resist as she was hauled away.


    When they were finally gone, a heavy silence settled over the surroundings. Only then did yton turn back to me. His expression softened, concern filling his eyes as he asked, “Makenna, are you alright? Did you get hurt?”


    I shook my head and offered a shy smile. “I’m fine, Your Highness. Thank you.”


    “It’s what I should do.” yton gently ruffled my hair, his touch warm andforting. “Frank has been making mistakes for a long time, and my father’s patience with him is wearing thin. After the hunt, I’ll personally rmend to my father that Frank be removed from the pce for good. He won’t have the chance to trouble you again.”


    yton’s thoughtfulness struck a chord deep within me. I felt a surge of gratitude and bowed my head slightly. “Thank you very much, Your Highness.”


    yton’s smile was kind as he replied, “There’s no need for us to thank each other, Makenna.”


    Before he could say more, a servant stepped forward respectfully, reminding him in a low voice, “Your Highness, His Majesty is waiting for you to discuss the details of tomorrow’s ceremony.”


    yton nodded, but his gaze lingered on me for a moment longer. “Makenna, you should go back and rest. If anyone dares to bother you,e to me right away. Don’t keep it to yourself.”


    With those parting words, yton turned and followed the servant away. As his figure disappeared around the corner, Alice hurried over to me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.


    She teased, “So, it looks like things are heating up between you and Prince yton! Come on, what’s your next move?”


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