The doors to the throne room opened and Adriana walked in, her face filled with anger.
She bowed like her neck was stiff and she didn't want to but didn't have a choice.
“You sent for me, My King," she said and Dario hummed,
“Why did it take you so long to get here?" He asked and she looked but at him,
“I went for a run, so I had to take a shower before facing you my King," once again Dario hummed.
“Have you seen my Queen?" He asked as he brought his nose to my neck, growling so low only I could hear. He made me sit down on his lap. He was just something else entirely.
“Get on your knees and greet my Queen properly,” Adriana's head quickly snapped up to look at me and the look there was like she'd rather die than do what Dario just asked her.
"She's not a Queen you're just confused at the right woman who is supposed to be your Queen and that's me!" Oh, oh. Was she trying to get herself killed?
She doesn't know that Dario wouldn't hesitate to have her killed. He wasn't Xander.
