‘What I said to you in the dungeon about branding you with an F and my Royal Crest, that was all show.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean I said that in case anyone was listening. I don’t want to keep you as a slave.’
‘What, then?’
She narrowed her brown eyes and bit her lower lip. The expression had some anger and irritation in it, whether at me or at the situation, I couldn’t tell.
‘I’ll tell you later. First, you need to know that although you won the contest, the bastard who was my husband to be is pushing for the verdict of your fight today to be set aside because of the way you won.’
‘Is he saying I cheated?’
‘Exactly.’
‘But I thought there were no rules.’
‘There will be if he gets his way. And if he does, you’ll be sacrificed.’
‘To Dagon, no doubt.’
‘Yes. And he’ll want a parti
