Dance with me King

"Cesar, I…"

"Don't," he cuts me off quickly. "I don't care about your lover from 'de another village. You're here, not there, and you're mine and not his. This is a land of no promises, no

exceptions. You belong to me, Eliz'bella. Don't think about any other Man, End of story."

I understand that, but I hate the way that he's put it. I fold my arms. "You make me sound like a piece of property, Cesar." I scold him. He turns and growls at me. "Don't you start with me," he hisses. He hands his goblet to me. "Go," he says dismissively. "Get me some more wine."

Now I'm getting angry. "Haven't you had enough?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself.

"No, Eliz'bell…remember the deal? Abide by it, Should I suppose to beg you?, which I should not have to, for some more wine. I am the King."

I narrow my eyes at him before sighing in surrender and taking the goblet out of my room and down to the kitchen. How could such a tender moment turn into an angry one? Why does he care ab