In a world where despair was unavoidable, they made sure every bulk of misery was worth the gain.
"You… you want me to pretend I'm in love with you? Why?" She breathed, avoiding his eyes.
"Use your brain, must you ask such stupid questions all the time?" The king muttered irately, but that forced smile didn't falter. "I wouldn't dignify that stupid question with an answer."
"I am not stupid, stop calling me that!" She yanked her arm, but his grip was too arresting. "Please let go of my hand, I want to leave, I don't want to be here." Her voice cracked, she was suddenly overwhelmed by homesickness and intolerant.
"If a single tear drops from your eyes, there will be trouble." He tugged at her hand and held her arm in place. "Don't be such a weakling and-"
"Arboyvian sabour
