3rd person POV:
Davina waited in the hallway, knowing that Orion would soon walk by. The incident that took place in the gardens was still fresh in her mind. Her body hadn't stopped trembling, the weight of the king's words heavy around her neck. If she ever was in doubt about her position being threatened, now she was fully convinced.
Never had the king ever not wanted to see her. Surely she had been showing up a lot more lately — for obvious reasons. But it was never like this.
He threatened to snap her neck. And Davina didn't have the bravery to test if her position as his blood slave would mean anything to him or not if he decided to carry it out.
Which he would.
Footsteps reached her ears, alerting her of Orion's presence. She turned and saw him walking towards her, his face fur
