Your grip on me

I stare into his lustrous eyes which gleam of anger. Why was he angry upon his own people? I gasp when I realise that he meant he will force the truth out of me by hurting people. I was only surprised when I realized... that he will go to the next step of hurting his own people for me.

I felt thrilled for a reason, but that was only temporary since I wanted those people to be punished by their King for how they've treated me. But at the same time, I calm myself down from my intrusive thoughts and finally turn towards him, his grip on my arm loosening but still there.

He blinks slowly, "Tell me."

"It's the people. Your servants dressed me up in such a plain dress while the princess looks so beautiful— I'm not holding a grudge on Jasmine. She deserves the love. But... don't I?" I ask him, making my eyes seem sad as I do so.

He takes me in his embrace and I realise that he can be a very good man when the situation demands. For now, he shushes me from crying too much so that I'll ruin the