Prince Derek tittered darkly. "You made up for breakfast?" He repeated, leaning forward steadily.
Rain inclined in return. Feeling her heart begin to race, her first instinct was to shove him to the side_ if she could_ and flee to the abode of her chamber. But that would be cowardice. Somehow she'd to cajole this man to take up her dinner offer, even if it meant enduring the suffocating distress of having him looming over her like death.
She nodded quickly and uttered an "mm".
"I never asked you to do that," Derek scolded in return.
There was a stern pitch in the way he spoke, and if not for the plain situation they were in, Rain almost assumed his nasty temper was acting up again.
"Do you not understand, Rain? Will you only defer when you've lost your life?"
"I-I don't understand, sire."
"You never do!" Derek boomed into her feigned innocent visage. He couldn't be sure if she was playing dumb or actually ignorant.
