(From Demetrius's Perspective)
"He sounds like a bad person," she mumbled.
"We all are," I said.
She looked at me as if I had said something terrible. Perhaps I did. I messed her hair up and smiled at her.
"What is it, my bride?"
"Nothing," she said and shook her head hurriedly.
"Are you afraid of me?" I asked.
"No... It's not like that."
"Then what is it like?"
"I don't know. You're so hard to read, but I'm not afraid of you," she muttered, but she was not so sure of that herself.
"It's better if you don't be. I won't hurt you," I said.
"I know."
"Good girl," I said and kissed her on the forehead. She was taken aback. Other times I had to see her from far away, but now that she was in front of me, just a few inches away, it was hard for me not to touch her. Even though I wanted more, I could satisfy myself just by holding her hand, at least for the time being.
"Do you only have your mother, sister's family, uncle, and aunt here in the castle?" she asked.
