"Welcome to the black palace my queen."
"I am not your queen."
Isabel's automatic response, without even thinking, while her eyes were going around the palace's exotic decorations.
"It's a long process, but I'm not in a hurry."
Chargol chuckled.
"That's impossible."
She finally faced the man that had slanted eyes ready to confront him. He recognized the face for the first time. She met him at the palace gates a few days ago.
"And why is that?"
She mimicked the chuckle and then rolled her eyes irritably.
"You shouldn't have asked. But I'm the one who pursued my husband, not the other way around."
She proudly announced that she won her husband. Chargol felt a lash in his heart.
"We're both leaders of our countries, strong and mighty. You won't know the difference."
Isabel felt scared. What does he mean by that? Is he going to violate her?
