Jasmine was taken aback by his words. His woman...
She saw the look in his eyes when he called her, like he owned her. Like she was his. It was not the same when he called her, it was totally different, it was like a sense of duty. She wanted him to call her name in the same way, she wanted to be what Neera was to him; but as the days passed, she wasn't sure that was possible anymore. Jasmine's lips thinned but she did not say a word;
"I want to see her. I have been worried sick about her. You have done enough by keeping her in here. I would have given her freedom without any bounds."
"No, you wouldn't", Zavian was at eye level with him. The hallway was heavy with the temper of two ancient energies that thrummed out a dull frequency, a menacing call to impending doom. A King and a Prince, and the Queen could do nothing but stand by.
"You would have married her for yourself, not to set her free", Zavian said.
"Only by her permission."
