"What are you doing to me? Why am I in chains? What the hell are you planning to do?" she woke up chained in the bed.
They were apparently back in the castle. She had no recollection of traveling back to the palace and she was obviously still wearing her nightgown.
If not for the chains preventing her from moving out of the bed, she would have thought she was dreaming. She panicked and glanced around, only the lampshade is on and on the sofa is her captor.
"Queenie, you are awake," she was greeted by his deep voice.
His tired eyes stared back at her, his sadness never taking away from his beauty, only giving him that roughened expression that made him look dangerously sexy.
It felt as if a predator stared at her like she was its prey. She blinked, thinking it could be an illusion.
"I don't have any recollection of coming back here," she said the words.
