Prince Duncan rips the skirt of her, frightening her. ‘I hate it when she is scared of me,’ he thinks to himself but why is she always so objective?’ he thinks, standing with the torn undergarment skirt in his hands, breathing heavily.
Armenia feels her heart pounding in her chest with her eyes shut out of fear.
“Look at me,” Prince Duncan orders her.
Armenia’s eyes flung open, filled with fear she looks into his eyes. ‘Why do I see love in those eyes, yet he treats me like I am his property? Am I his property?’ Armenia wonders, keeping her thoughts to herself.
“I am sorry, I don’t mean to scare you, but you just test my patience,” Prince Duncan says, searching for the right words to say.
Armenia does not respond, she just looks at him in silence, fearing that her words might just se
