Nathan
"It would be whatever I say it is, Miriam. That shouldn't bother you."
"And if I refuse?" she stared at me defiantly.
"Maybe I might pardon you and let you go if you take back what you said the other day. You might not be sent back to the dungeon."
She paused, smirking as though she recalled something deliciously wicked.
"Oh, you mean when I said you're nothing but a power-hungry mongrel who'd sell his own mother for a taste of power? That being an Alpha heir wasn't enough for your greedy soul, so you had to manipulate and scheme your way to the top by killing the father of my child, deserting my daughter on the wedding altar and trying to play god?"
She paused, taking in a deep breath. "Is it this one?"
"And oh... don't pretend like you didn't know that would happen. You've always known everything about Nathan, you knew something like that would eventually happen. Lyla will know eventually."
