Svetlana
He left me, to my shock, he didn’t hit me or pull at me hair, rather his eyes danced with mischief as he walked away.
It was still raining heavily, only god knew if a day hadn’t passed yet.
I pressed myself to a corner, hiding from him and I frowned when my tummy growled.
I was tired and hungry but I couldn’t bring myself to make any move, scared my presence might irritate King Nikolai.
My tummy grumbled again and this time around, he shot me a glare, his fangs protruded like he was giving me a warning.
I bolted to my feet, rushing into the kitchen to prepare a meal.
Walking into the kitchen, it was stocked, there were numerous dry foods and I looked around with terror.
I couldn’t cook… All my years, the maids did all the cooking while I never got to lift a finger and now
