Lucas~
Hours after releasing Roxanne from her box and commanding me back to my room Clarissa decides to grace me with her presence. She walks into my room as if she owns the place although I'm sure no one has seen her. The woman walks like a kitten on plush carpets and to make things worse she knows how to blend into the shadows, almost becoming one herself.
I try to glare at her but I still can't seem to move or speak for that matter. She controls my every move and I'm forced to watch like some s******c puppet show. She opens the closet, pulling out a fitted black suit the queen had made for me. The sleeves have my pack's crest in it while the pocket has the crest of the royal family sewn on it. Clarrisa seems to notice this because she rolls her eyes and tosses the suit on the bed, alo
