Chapter hundred and seventy nine: the choice is mine.
"Who are you?" The voice was strangely calm for a man with a blade pressed against an artery.
"I am the girl that will slice your throat if you don't do what I want, sire" Jamie answered and watched as the man tried to sit upright on the bed.
The chamber she had entered had been marked royalty and she was almost sure that the man she was threatening was the infamous king Ernesto of the North.
He was young just like Alexander. Probably a few months older than herself and Jamie wondered how some like this could capture, torture and turn her husband into a shadow of himself.
She wanted vengeance, she wanted blood and she wanted to humiliate him and his kingdom.
"What do you want?" The man asked her
"I need you to come with me quietly" Jamie answered in a calm steady voice that didn't do justice to the anger she was feeling.
"And If I don't?"
