Chapter Nineteen

Eleanors sucked in a ragged breath, suddenly feeling emotionally tormented.

Tormented was putting it mildly. What was she thinking barging into his room like that? The result was getting tongue-tied by the simplest touch of his finger on her. The effect he had on her was spiraling out of control at this rate.

Drakken’s face broke out in a smirk and he stepped back. He had gotten her just where he needed. Speechless. Mission accomplished.

"You can leave if you have nothing more to say," he spoke. "I believe I got my point across. You are never leaving the palace, and that is final."

Eleanor drew in her lower lip and bit on it, an action his eyes followed. Pivoting on her heels, Eleanor walked out without another word.

She pondered while walking. It was pointless trying to get him to change his mind. She had fought, threw tantrums, pleaded, but Drakken still remained adamant in keeping her. What else could be done?

Eleanor was running out of options.

She returned to her chamber and flung