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“What happened to you, Rami? Where’s the brother I once loved? I don’t even recognize the man you’ve become.”
“You sound like a naive child, Robyn.” He eyes the door and leans in, his mouth hovering over my ear. “I could say the same about you.”
I wrench my head back, trying to get away from him, but it only seems to anger him more. “I have no idea what you mean, Rami. Let. Go. You’re hurting me.” His fingers dig into me as he pulls me back to him.
“When did you become the whore of Windemere? Wandering through the castle, fawning over your guards for everyone to see.” Rami’s body is vibrating with anger. “Tell me, sister. Are you spreading your legs for all of them or just a few?”
“You’re sick! Rami, let me go!” He shoves me back against the desk. “What the hell is wrong with you? Has your master twisted your head so much that you’d really hurt me?” I shake my head in disbelief. “You’ve lost your damn mind!”
He steps into me, crowding my space once more. “You better pray to the gods that tight little cunt of yours can convince King Naveen of your virtue. I’d hate to see what a man of his reputation does when he finds out his wife has taken all the dick in Windemere.”
A tear slides down my cheek. My response caught in my throat. Then guilt settles in tight to my core.
He really thinks so little of me. And is he wrong? Have I been so careless?
“Guards!” he shouts.
Dominic opens the door, worry and dismay written all over his face. My eyes fall to the ground.
“Take the princess back to her chambers. She’s to stay there until the funeral tomorrow.”
My head whips up. “The funeral is tomorrow?”
“That’s what I said. Your future husband will arrive in the morning. I hope you’re prepared.” With that, he storms out, leaving me with my own shame.
“Are you okay?” Dominic asks, softly.
I’m not. But I refuse to speak because the words won’t come, and if I look at him, more tears will fall. Instead, I nod and head to my chambers, closing the door behind me.
One more day.
One last day of freedom.
One day until my destiny is decided and fate has the last laugh.
Chapter
Twenty
Robyn
“Robyn! Robyn, Wake up!” Rough hands skirt over my shoulder trying to pull me out of my slumber.
My eyes flutter open just as my hand cracks Greyson in the face.
Oh shit!
I scurry to sit upright. My body once again drenched in sweat. My chest rises and falls heavily as I try to catch my breath.
His shadowy figure stands over me, his hand rubbing the spot on his jaw I just hit. I bury my face in my hands to escape the embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Grey,” I mumble in my groggy state.
“It’s fine, Princess. I’m a big boy, I can take a few hits.” I lift my head, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness filling the room. He’s looking down at me, taking me in. “Ah, Princess. Your gown.”
I look down to see the top half of my body almost fully exposed. Now I’m mortified.
My hands struggle with the tattered material before finally giving up and pulling the covers over my exposed chest.
Greyson laughs, flopping down on the side of the bed. “Another nightmare?”
