Drikira
Bad, bad girl.
'Wait until the wedding night.'
Those were her words and all this time innocent Lissandra is not all that innocent after all. I had tried to pretend that the Doctor was just doing his job. Everything about his actions bothered me, the way he brushed his hand against her neck and then pretend to take her pulse. The look on his face far more carnal and filled with desire than was appropriate.
The arragont bastard had turned and smiled, waltzing over to us like he was a magnificent gift bestowed to the Kingdom. He was preaching to the wrong choir. My Dragon unimpressed. He only managed to fuel my temper and by the way he had to cast his eyes when he approached me, he knew it.
I thought I was angry because someone had dared to poison my prey but that anger was n
