From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387

Chapter 387

The Queen stared at Pamela, her face etched with shock, as if she couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

‘Wasn’t this woman always so docile and easy to manipulate? How could she have changed into someone completely different?” she thought.

‘How dare she defy me and boldly declare she won’t share her husband with other women. How could she be so bold?‘ she wondered.

“How dare you?” In a fit of rage, the Queen swept the cup off the table, sending it flying toward Pamela, who stood just two meters away.

The flung cup struck Pamela directly, and scalding coffee splashed all over her head and face.

The burning coffee drenched her, but she clenched her teeth and endured the pain in complete silence. Yet, her skin flushed visibly red almost instantly.

“It seems you’ve grown tired of being Mrs. Miller,” the Queen sneered. “If you don’t want the position, there are countless others who would kill for the privilege.”

The coldness in her eyes could freeze a person solid. She was warning Pamela to know her place and not overstep her bounds.

But Pamela seemed to have made up her mind. Slowly shaking her head, she said firmly to the Queen, “I’ve been strong–willed since childhood. If Your Majesty insists on taking concubines for Fermin, then just have me divorced.”

The Queen gasped, utterly at a loss for how to handle Pamela.

‘If I could have simply divorced her, would I have waited until now?‘ she thought bitterly. ‘Setting aside Pamela’s influential family, the mere fact that she

saved Fermin’s life means I can’t touch her.‘

‘But if Fermin doesn’t take a concubine, there’ll be no heir. No heir–how could he ever contend for the Crown Prince’s position?‘ the Queen wondered.

The Queen was aghast and furious, wishing she could kill Pamela on the spot. She simply couldn’t fathom why this woman was so damn pig–headed.

‘Everyone expects me to yield,‘ Pamela thought bitterly, ‘yet no one seems to care about my plight.”

‘I have no son of my own to secure my position. If I were to raise a child born to a concubine, who can guarantee that the child would truly treat me with genuine affection in the future? Haven’t there been enough bitter lessons already?‘

‘Call me narrow–minded or jealous if you will. But I won’t yield so easily on the matter of the concubine. Even if I agree, I must secure favorable terms first. Without them, I’d rather divorce Fermin and leave the manor, she wondered.

The Queen’s head pounded with fury. Clutching her forehead, she jabbed a trembling finger right at Pamela’s face and snarled, “Get out.”

Pamela performed the ceremonial bow before quietly withdrawing from the chamber.

The warm sunlight enveloped her, but despite its gentle embrace, tears welled up and silently streamed down Pamela’s face.

‘It’s not that I object to Fermin taking a concubine,‘ Pamela thought bitterly. ;But the way Fermin and the Queen have handled this is utterly humiliating.

‘They could have spoken to me honestly beforehand, but instead, they stabbed me in the back and still expect me to be grateful. If others want to swallow this kind of humiliation, let them. I refuse.”

Pamela had barely caught her breath after leaving the palace when someone from the Beren Manor arrived.

Your Highness, your mom has come to see you,” the maid whispered timidly.

Exhaustion flickered in Pamela’s eyes. ‘What else could bring Mother here at this hour?‘ she thought wearily. ‘Nothing but to persuade me to yield.”

“Just tell them I’m unwell and won’t be seeing anyone,” Pamela refused flatly. When the Queen’s own pressure failed, she actually sent Pamela’s family to try to persuade her.

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Chapter 387

The maid looked troubled, but before she could speak, an aged voice boomed from outside. “You’ve truly grown audacious, refusing even your moth Very well, I shall come in and see you myself.”

As Evelyn Beren, bearing an Imperial Mandate and the title of Prime Minister’s wife, her authority was unquestionable. With such credentials, no one I would dare block her way.

Pamela had no choice but to rise and greet her mother. Her tone was flat, almost indifferent, as she said, “Mother, I suppose you’ve come just to talk me into giving in, haven’t you?”

Hér heart was filled with profound desolation. ‘All they care about is their own gain–not a single one of them gives a damn about how I feel, Pamela thought bitterly.

“But now, with the succession struggle looming, without an heir, there are no bargaining chips. As Princess Consort, you think only of your own selfish whims instead of considering the Prince’s future. Is this the magnanimity expected of a Princess Consort?”

Evelyn paused as she took in her daughter’s haggard appearance, her tone softening. “It’s not that I’m not on your side, but you’ve really gone too far this time. They’re just a few concubines–surely you can keep them in line?”

‘But what’s the point in dwelling on such matters?‘ she thought. The Queen’s word is law–who would dare defy her decree? Pamela is a fool to challenge the Queen–like banging an egg against a rock, she’ll only end up hurting herself.‘

There was no way they’d let Pamela hold leverage over them and threaten them.

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