14. A Dark Hall

XENDAYA.

A few hours have passed, and I have been locked in my room all this time.

I’m frustrated and agitated and I hate feeling so helpless!

‘Calm down, he is only taking care of us,’ Shayara murmurs. She’s bored too. We were never the type to just stay home and be locked inside. That is something Morwenna would be ok with as long as she had a good book.

‘I don’t know about that. I’m not a useless treasure that needs protecting! Goddess, this man!’

‘He fixed our hair,’ Shayara reminds me.

‘Why do I feel you are on his side and not mine?’ I ask as I look down at my hair.

‘Of course not!’ she protests. ‘I am you, so I am on your side.’

‘Mhmm.’ I shake my head, examining my hair.

It’s beautiful, I can’t deny that, but it doesn’t mean I hate him any less.

And the cheek to ask me if I wanted to hump after! What the fuck does he take me for? Hump! He can go hump a cushion like the dog he is!

‘We are closer to dogs than dragons.’ Shayara inputs extremely unhelpfully.

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