Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 589

Sire scrambled up in bed, pulling Rigby protectively to his side. He glared at Haskell, his mouth opening and closing as a series of guttural, unintelligible sounds escaped his throat.

Haskell was taken aback by the hostile reaction.

“Sire, he’s the heir to the Palmer family,” Rigby explained gently. “One of the most powerful families in Regal City.”

At this, Sire began to move his hands, signing rapidly and with great agitation. Rigby was about to translate when, to his surprise, Larissa spoke, “Haskell, he’s asking who you are and what you’re doing here.”

Rigby stared at her. “Ms. Judson, you know sign language?”

Haskell, however, wasn’t surprised at all. He had long since stopped questioning Larissa’s seemingly endless list of skills.

“I studied it for a year,” she said simply.

Rigby’s admiration for her deepened, followed by a pang of his own inadequacy.

Sire continued to sign, his movements sharp and angry.

“He says it doesn’t matter who you are, you need to get out,” Larissa translated, then added with a thoughtful frown, “His reaction is… unusual.”

“Sire, do you know me?” Haskell asked, his voice calm and gentle. “Is it possible you’ve misunderstood something?”

Sire waved his hands dismissively, letting out another frustrated cry.

“He says he doesn’t know you, and he wants you to leave,” Larissa relayed. She then looked at Haskell. “He’s being very defensive. It’s clear he only became this hostile after learning you were a Palmer.”

“Sire, please, don’t be alarmed,” Rigby said, trying to soothe him. “Ms. Judson is the one who woke you. They’re not here to harm us.”

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