Selene POVI step out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. The King's chamber is empty.
Good.
I look around for my clothes. Nothing. The torn dress is gone. No servant has brought me anything to wear.
My eyes land on something draped over a chair near the bed.
A royal robe. Deep crimson silk embroidered with gold thread. The royal seal stitched on the back in intricate detail.
The King's royal robe.
I shouldn't. But I have no other choice.
I grab it and pull it on. The fabric is soft against my skin. Too big. The sleeves hang past my hands. It smells like him.
'Three days,' I think. 'He wants an answer in three days.'
The answer is no. Will always be no.
I saw what he is. That dragon tearing through soldiers. The blood. The screams. And in the shower I felt exactly how big he is.
