Melissa Spatiatis.
The shut doors of the throne room opens and Mordecai steps out. Instinctively stepped back, drawing the soft folds of my gown around myself. The maidservants sense my unease and following my lead—they form a protective barrier around me. After the incidence, I was practically taken away from the scene and I couldn’t even get a word in if wanted to. Dane stands in front of me at the sight of Mordecai. The man is still as scary as he was last time I landed my eyes on him—I cannot place a finger but it has to do with the entirety of him.
“Your majesty.” He says, lowering his head at me. My mind is wrapped up on so many things and I don’t have a reply to his presence—he isn’t what I was expecting to see when the doors opened.
“Does my face scare you, queen?” he asks, ga
