MIRA
I look at his perfect face that is now twisted with anger, his eyes are flashing with dark magic again and my first reflex is to step back. But every time I take a step, he takes one again. Soon, I am pressed against the cold wall next to my bed and I gulp.
“L-lord Derwood?”, I look at him questioningly, “What…”
“I repeat my question,” he grits through his teeth, “What the chaos are you wearing, Mira?”
“A-a d-dress”, I mumble looking down at myself. I put on the dress that Tristan brought me in the end as this was the most modest one. And also the only one that wouldn’t create any uncomfortable questions for me.
But now I realize that probably I shouldn’t have angered the gerdian who keeps me locked in my room and has full control of me…
“That’s not one of the dresses I sent to
