I stormed down the corridor, water dripping from my hair and shoulders, ignoring the curious looks from the few servants I passed. My mind was a storm… anger, humiliation, and something I didn't want to admit… hunger, want and need to be fed.. by him.
I pushed open the door to my chambers, only to freeze.
Standing there was Maren, one of Kaelen's harem, arms crossed, a sharp, mocking smile on her face. Her dark hair framed a face that always seemed to be judging, and her golden eyes glinted with amusement… or was it malice?
"Well, well," she said, tilting her head. "Look who finally decided to crawl back to her little room. The 'great Sylvara' herself."
"How did you get in here?" I asked, my voice sharp and shaky at the same time. I was still breathless, still trying to calm
