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Princess Yeri.

Suddenly, I stop and frustration settles on his brow. He doesn’t know what to ask me. I was the one who pulled him into this, I was the one who riled up the vigour in this length but now, I have stopped. I look down at him and his eyes that were half lidded are now opened.

“Get up from me.” He says, a sternness that arises from anger creases his face.

“Not yet. I won’t be forgiving you but I do ask something from you.” I say and he rises from the pillows to speak to him. I am still on top of him and his face is mere inches from mine.

He smirks.

“Tell me.”

“I want to pick from my servants who were captured back in Elanor. I hear they are in the dungeons or a slave encampment. Bring them to the castle.” I say, not begging or asking for it.

King Ozar lies back onto the bed and he sets his hands under his head.

“And if not…” I say, when he doesn’t answer.

“I don’t have any reason to continue being a woman of your court.”

“Like you have any choice?” He says.

“My captivity is