Octavia
I struggled as hard as I could to break free from the king’s grip as we moved through the castle, but nothing I did loosened his hold. When we reached two large doors, he flung them open forcefully, the loud bang echoing through the long hallway lined with red carpet. I punched his back in desperation, but it was useless.
“Let me go!” I shouted.
To my surprise, he did. He practically threw me onto the floor. As I scrambled to get up, his glowing yellow eyes bore into me, sending a chill down my spine. I quickly scanned the room, searching for an escape. It was large. A king-sized bed stood against one wall, a fireplace crackled on the other. Leather sofas and chairs sat at the far end near a collection of liquor bottles, and tall glass doors opened onto a balcony overlooking a d
