Caged by a King
Corvin’s eyes softened, not with kindness, but with recognition.
“Good,” the king said. “It would be dull if you were simple.”
He walked to the wardrobe on the far wall, opened it, and withdrew a folded cloth. A shirt, simple linen. He held it out.
Elowen didn’t move.
“Put it on,” Corvin said.
“Does my nudity offend you?”
“No,” the king said, tone flat. “But it distracts you. And right now, I want your mind.”
Elowen’s breath stuttered once, quick, internal, almost invisible.
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