Chapter 11

Celia

As Borivin ran away from the court, the rest of the courtiers followed suit, worried that they would be the next mouse and a plaything for the prince to toy with.

They all bowed to the princes and the King politely before getting up and bolting for the doors as well.

Jasper had a grin on his face as everybody left the feast rather abruptly, scurrying away like mice. Violet wanted to talk to me, it seemed, but she was whisked away by her prince before she could even open her mouth.

And, I watched the way both the princes had taken them away, forcefully.

I gulped nervously.

Jasper’s hand on my waist had suggested a primal ownership of not just my body but my soul as well.

I wondered what it would be like to really warm his bed. Earlier I had been planning on running away from this palace, from this wicked prince.

But now he had given me a taste of power.

And, I loved that power.

I loved the fact that the prince could make any grown up man sweat buckets just by looking at him.

Coul