"D– Do– Doll?" Athalia blinked repeatedly.
"Yes. My doll. That is what you are from now on. You are highly welcome by the way".
Athalia continued to stare at him with risen brows, unable to say a word.
Lucien crooked his head to the side. Still with a stoic expression, he asked, "What is wrong? Surprised?"
"Ye– Yes, Your majesty", the words barely left her lips.
She was his doll? What did he mean by having her as a doll? Was it for torturing fun? Or was she to be his s*x slave? Or was she just something to keep till he got hungry and fed on?
Her heart began to race in fear.
"You should be happy?"
Athalia scrunched her brows.
"Being my doll gives you so many benefits people only dream of", he stretched out his hand, letting his fingertips touch the skin of her cheek.
She looked do
