Anyone would have been shocked if they saw her doing that. The only woman to ever enjoy the title of Marquis in the whole of the Golden Lion Principality pouring a drink for the commander-in-chief of the garrison? She was not doing this out of her volition but because Marshall held something over her head.

Marshall laughed coldly. “It seems like he has gained a fan. Am I right?”

He went to grab her chin and stared fiercely into her eyes.

“Your Excellency is hurting me,” said Madame Pandora as a pained expression shot across her face.

Marshall laughed and released her as she composed herself and said, “Don’t you find it amazing that he can tame the Golden Lions using beast language? You were there too. Besides, the Queen seems to have taken a liking to him. He was just promoted to commander of the royal guards, after all, so you should count your losses and move on before something even worse happens to you.”

Her eyes sparkled with admiration at the mention of Darryl’s name, which