She wasn’t going to hide in her rooms, away from the man who held her captive in his Palace. Sastra had never felt any threat of physical harm from the man before, and that hadn’t changed. The Princess pulled open the glass door, letting it close behind her in it’s wooden frame as she stepped out into the garden at dusk.
‘Where is Dominion?’ She asked, knowing that it was a barb to frustrate the man. It was easy enough to guess where Dom was. He’d been scared off their arrangement to take a walk together. She folded her arms across her chest, how dare Kivan assert such possessiveness over her. Especially as she knew that fidelity wasn’t something he was willing to offer in turn.
‘I told him not to come,’ Kivan didn’t attempt to disguise his interference. Instead he stalked back from the
