I can't breathe. All that's on my mind right now is how close he was and how he was giving me this nervousness. I already had an idea that he was scary, but I didn't know that he was scarier up close, with his touch.
"I don't know what you are saying, Your Majesty." I tried to loosen up his grip, but I failed.
He's very strong compared to me.
He pushed me against the wall more. I couldn't fight him and I couldn't look at his face. I feel like a rat being preyed on by a lion.
Finally, he let go of my hand.
I traced the red marks that his grip created behind me.
Any moment, I knew that my tears would start to fall helplessly.
"My brother has never cared for anyone since then... What sort of magic have you used on him?"
I shook my head. "I..."
"What?" he asked.
I no longer dared to
