Bellinor gently released her hands to wrap his arms securely around her and carefully rocked his treasure while planting occasional kisses on her head. "Fear not, our princess is in no danger. This is just part of the plan," Draven reassured calmly.
"What? You did this?!" Bellinor was about to rage, but Draven interrupted him.
"Her voice is gone to prevent her from rejecting us; it is only temporary until she is branded," Draven said dangerously.
"I see," replied Bellinor, while enjoying Alinta in his arms. He noticed she seemed ready to bolt if given the chance. "The doctor will be here soon, my darling," he whispered, then let go of her neck to brush her hair away from her face. The woman turned her head away from his hand and started to shift uneasily, holding her neck again as the p
