I walked the long path beside the silent Captain. As we approached I could feel the guards' eyes instantly as we moved to the carriage. “Mind yourselves,” he hissed in a warning holding the door for me. I climbed in before returning to my seat with a smirk.
He sat across from me looking anywhere but directly at me. “Do I look bad?” I asked once the carriage started its journey again.
“What?” he choked on the word making me laugh.
“You won’t look at me now,” I told him pointedly. “Do I look like a prissy flower in all these petals or what?” I lifted a few layers of the sheer strips knowing my legs flashed to him.
“Don’t do that,” he growled as his eyes fixed on my legs intensely. “You are for the King.”
“Oh, I see,” I said coyly.
“You see what?”
“A doll of the King shouldn’t be looke
