ment as he studied me, he then dismissed the two guards. They both gave us a heedful look before turning and exiting the throne room, leaving me alone with the guy I loathe right

head off, he's hot as hell. "Are you done eye r

y arms across

repeating this a few times before he final

"How

ready dropping their panties fo

ell, clearly mine aren't

say tha

e rest of my days." I state

unishment. You will spend another forty-eight hours in the dung

" I replied

ound, "You're dismissed, Clayton and

and leaned my head against the brick wall, what did my father even do to be punished? That's when it hit me, why did he kill my father when he had the rest of his punishment to fulfill? This questioned swirled around my head as I closed my eyes, just begging for sleep to take me. I started to think of the stories my mother used to tell, the r

ish telling you your p

, "My punishm

attacking me in the throne room." "So, what? You'

m simply go

omplete shock, he just hit me! I know I deserve punishment for my attempt at attacking him, but the first time was because he murd

used laugh, "I didn'

nything wrong?" I as

causing me to let out a loud growl. "You took my father fro

ed into my home and stole my food, he got what he deserved." he stated calmly. I b

Why w

ter. A cold blooded beast at heart." I spat with ha

efore he growled and roughly grabbed my jaw. "You

k of my head, wincing at the sharp pain. I pulled back my hand to see my crimson blood on it; I shifted my gaze to the pissed off King in front of me. I bit my lip, remembering the pain in his eyes. Okay, I ho

aybe I could manipulate him. "You can change

eyebrows furrowed.

ng. I swallowed, a sense of guilt washed over me. I was never a fan of manipulating someone's emotions, it's cruel and hurtful. He d