"I want to spend the night with you," she whispered, her eyes locking with his again. 'Oh Dalia, how have you become so brave,' her inner self said to her. But the truth is, if the king would have hurt her, he would have done so a long time ago. However, he hadn't, which was giving her doubt that perhaps he might not be all that bad.
Ditun stiffened. How was he to spend a night with her? He had never done so before. It was quite intimate and he wasn't ready to be so intimate with anyone. "Wife, are you not ever scared of me?" he said, his voice growing deeper with a warning, a warning he wished could scare her.
Dalia shook her head and said firmly, "You will never hurt me."
His mouth curved, surely this wife of his was putting herself into a hot, cooking pot without realizing the danger. "You cannot be so sure. Don't forget the rumors about me."
