She glowed under the praise. She wanted to be the only person who pleased him. She wanted him to belong to her alone and would do everything to ensure that happened.
She bowed her head. “Thank you, my king. You please me, too, and I will remember your words forever.”
He nodded dismissively.
She arranged her underthings and started towards the door.
“Vetta?”
She paused at the door and turned back to him. “My king.”
He looked her in the eyes. “I was distraught yesterday, and I know you were too. You were worried about me, so I will pretend that I don’t know that you slapped Chad. I will chalk it up to how worried you were, but it should not happen again. Ever.”
What. The. Hell? He knew?
“T-thank you, my king,” she stammered out, flustered. She didn’t know that he would remember that
