A Kiss Of Torment

11

- the calm before the storm -

The mask of deception veiled all the venom from Zebian’s face as he strode toward the royal chamber with his concubine. He was holding her cold hand, Arlet walked beside him like a lifeless toy. The terror of his words still skirted on her face till they reached outside the dining hall. Zebian halted a step before the doorpost and turned to her. His cold expressions sucked all the courage that was knitting up within her.

“A word about last night and your region is gone, keep that in mind before you feel courageous to speak.” He lazily laid his finger on her chin and drag her face to meet his cold eyes.

"Understood?" He said, impassive. Arlet gulped and nodded halfheartedly.

“Good. Now, put on a big blushing bride smile and let everyone know my concubine had a wonderful night,” Zebian teased with an evil smirk. Despite feeling a whirlwind of hatred for him, she failed to be the defender of her self-respect.

Zebian put a hand behind her back and enter