I am completely shocked and surprised by what I just heard. Why did I get hurt and embarrassed? Is he being serious? "God, he forcefully put his fingers inside me without my consent, and I'm the one disrespecting him. That's" I'm extremely angry, and I can't find the proper words to express myself. I pull on my hair hard.
"You are being referred to as a girl who is part of a harem and also considered a prostitute. " My people do not protect or take care of our prostitutes. "That puts my reputation to shame. I am the ruler," he shouts
That makes me interested or motivated about him. I felt like crying and my eyes hurt. I grab onto the gold necklace on my neck with my fingers. I take it off my neck and throw it at him. This makes him shocked because he didn't think I would throw the jewels at him. "Why did you attempt to harm me when I'm just someone you consider insignificant? Another piece of precious lace unravels. " "I didn't want to be in this place. "
His face falls apart as he moves ahead. I keep hitting him hard with my fists. He grabs me and prevents me from scratching my skin with my nails. "He quietly says, 'Selenebella. '" Please cease your actions. "You're causing harm to yourself. "
I cry quietly while leaning my head on his chest. He is kind and his hugs make me feel safe. But I recognize who he is, and I forcefully shove him by hitting him in the chest with the palms of my hands. He steps backward because he is surprised. "I told you not to touch me," I say once more. "I am not your prostitute. "
Dangel clenches his jaws tightly. "My brother was the person who choked you. "
I looked away from him, with my arms crossed and my head down. I am crying and tears are falling down my face quietly. I'm curious if he can notice the marks on my neck.
"He whispers that he couldn't prevent him. " "Our ancestors have always believed that if you get into a fight with your brother, a big fight with swords must happen. " Fighting with long swords usually leads to people dying. And my brother has desired to take my position as ruler for a long time.
I am not responding to him. I wouldn't mind if he passed away. He sits in a big chair next to the fireplace and looks at the logs burning. I move slowly to the corner and sit on Dangel's bed.
He raises his cup of wine and drinks from it. "He is asking me if I am hurt very badly. " I am not responding to him. He breathes out heavily. "Please, come over here. "
His voice is really strong and impressive, it makes me naturally want to sit close to him. He gazes at me with intense, fiery eyes. His long, hot fingers move my hair to the side and show the bruises on my skin that look like handprints.
He turns his head with a disgusted expression because of what his brother did to me. "He says he should recover fast. " His jaw muscles tighten as I stare at him. "Hello Selenebella," he starts. "I won't ask you to sleep with me tonight or join me in bed. "
I feel excited or nervous. He stands up from his seat and drinks the rest of his wine quickly. He takes off his pants and only wears his breechcloth. His legs look strong and have well-defined muscles; he looks like a beautiful masterpiece.
"But," he interrupts. "Tomorrow you will sleep with me. " Men have cravings that need to be satisfied. I heard a rumor, Selenebella, that someone told you about my skills, right?
I get embarrassed, and I completely forget why I was mad at him. "I don't understand what you're talking about. "
The sides of his mouth turn upwards. I can tell if someone is lying. Dangel goes into bed and waits for me to join him, thinking something will happen. Go to sleep. We need to go to bed.
I don't want to go to bed with him. I take off my silky clothes and ask him to look away while I change into my sleepwear. After I'm done, he pulls up the blankets so that I can get into bed. I feel cautious.
I move to the end of the bed and let my feet dangle off. I'm still mad at him. I'm still upset about what he said about me. He told me that I meant nothing to him. He refused to ask his brother to stop choking me because he didn't want to ruin his reputation.
When he tells me goodnight, I don't say it back. He puts his saliva on his finger and uses it to put out the fire on the candle by squeezing it. I shut my eyes and attempt to feel relaxed. However, it is very difficult.
I am in a different country, on an unfamiliar bed, with a man from another country who desires me in a way that feels completely unfamiliar to me.