I'd never dare

I sat by the cold marbled floor of the bathroom, my back resting against the cool tub as my fingers ran through the bubbles. Xerxes had left the moment his eyes started twitching and breath hastening.

I knew it would end up like this.

Xerxes storms off the room the moment I talk about the broken relationship we had.

It was one of the reasons why my loathe for him was only ascending. If your moon blessed finds your words to be irrelevant, your emotions trivial, and our mate bond undesirable, would you wish to live? Perhaps he could, but I would not be able to handle it. Somehow it felt like I was the only one suffering.

When the sun finally sunken behind tall mountains, I decided to scrub off the dirt and wash. It was a startling fact that Xerxes was even letting me bathe on my own. I was not being treated as the slave I was before, but maybe this freedom was short-lived. Wrapping the towel around myself, I felt myself staring into the huge gigantic mirror. The mirror was the original