Chapter 42: Public Humiliation
My heart shattered the moment Draven’s hand squeezed my soft belly in front of the entire courtyard. Vaelor’s golden eyes — the same ones that had once worshipped every inch of me — burned with rage and pain as he strained against the heavy enchanted chains holding him down. I wanted to run to him. I wanted to scream that I was still his perfect chubby treasure. But Draven’s arm was like iron around my waist, fingers digging possessively into the plush curve of my hip while the nobles whispered and stared.
The King lounged on his raised throne at the top of the steps, a cruel smile twisting his face as he looked me up and down.
“Well, well,” he called out, voice echoing across the courtyard. “Look what the dragon dragged in. The fat little librarian who th
