A slave's promise

"Come in, Astrid..." He says, obviously pissed by her barging in. Once the door is closed he adds. "Mate or not, you will ask for permission to come in. I am still your god-damn king and you will respect that!"

"No, you are not." Astrid answers just as pissed.

"Don't over do it, Astrid." He warns her, signaling her to get out, but she ignores him and continues.

"Because my king isn't a cold-blooded asshole, who would break his sister's heart and kill his best friend just because he is pissed because they didn't tell him everything like they can't have feelings and hopes and plans that don't require your opinions. This is the problem, isn't it? That they didn't ask you. That you couldn't be in control of the situation, that someone close to you did something without your approval. Your ego is the only thing hurt right now."

"Enough!" He shouts, coming closer, dominating her with his height. But Astrid doesn't back down.

"Tell me I'm wrong."

"Servants saw. They will spread rumors and he