Ivan held my hand in his as he led me all the way to the bedroom. I was grateful he was holding me because I wasn't sure if I could stand upright, not after witnessing what had just happened in the throne room. For a moment, I was scared. I was afraid Ivan believed his mother over me. I can't still forget the rage in his eyes but now I knew the rage wasn't directed at me. He chose me! He chose me again! I thought to myself as I stared up at Ivan who was running a bath for me in the bathroom. I don't know what that makes of us but I surely know one thing, there's no one in this world I'd rather belong to than Ivan.
Ivan came out of the bathroom, his hand dripping with water. "The bath's ready for you." He informed me and I smiled at him.
"Thanks." I muttered as I stood up from where I was sitting on the chair. I took on step towards him my knees gave way and I would have reached the floor if not for Ivan who had crossed the room and had his arms wrapped around me.
