My Possession. Mine.
Those words rang over and over in Arianna's head as she sat in her small new chamber. No longer trapped within cold, stone walls, she was now confined in the Sacred Moon wing—her room not far from the King’s own.
She could still feel the King’s touch—the way his thick fingers traced her scalp, neck, collarbone, and back. The fire it sparked within her as she knelt at his feet before the eyes of the Grand Court.
Like a pretty little thing. His pretty little thing.
By his feet, she felt as though that was where she belonged. The shock of the nobles and high lords wasn’t her concern, but she caught sight of Valkyrie's.
The king's bestrothed eyes looked as though they were about to pop out of her skull. Her face had paled like that of the dead, dread, horror, regret,
