The King’s Seduction
“Tai, please don’t.”
He approaches me, one cool, calm step at a time. His rings glitter on his fingers, signifying who he is, a King, a powerful leader who would do anything for his Province. His back is straight, muscles tense as he holds the steel bar in front of him, cold eyes gliding over me, as if he is looking for any space on my skin to burn me.
“Alright Tai, give it up,” Marek chokes from within the cell. “I’ll talk.”