ELARA’S POV
Breakfast was served in our room: eggs, bacon, toast. A real proper breakfast, I thought, as I shoveled eggs in my mouth, nodding along as Theron explained how he expected me to walk, talk, and dress as the new Queen. I sounded more like a doll than a person. But this was his world, full of monsters, and to be safe, I should listen to him.
After breakfast, I was presented with new clothing. Theron stated that nothing I owned would be appropriate for my status now, so he decided to dump all my clothing without even asking me if I had sentimental value to anything. That caused some argument, but the fight ended when I failed to indicate what pieces I was most attached to because I wasn’t. I still didn’t like him making decisions on my behalf.
Luckily, Theron didn’t just give m
