"Like, a date?" I asked, and waited for his response looking at him from the corner of my eye.
"Yeah, something like that, I think you're under the impression, despite all the freedom that I've given you that you're some kind of prisoner to me."
"You keep ringing me that you own me so what do you expect?" I asked back and felt his grip around my waist get tighter as he turned and looked me in the eyes, resting g his face in a charming smile and nearing in toward me.
"And that is because I do, don't you find comfort in knowing that you'll never want or need again, whatever you desire is going to be yours-" He started, but paused with a slight frown when he saw my own frown at what he was saying. "Is that so bad?" He asked.
"That sounds like a really boring life prince charming." I poi
