Hazelle wisely kept her mouth shut, allowing him to continue ranting to himself, even as his fingernails jabbed into her soft skin.
"He suggested Leonora as well. God knows how much that sister of mine had been eyeing the throne." He gnashed his teeth together, and when he did, he placed more force into his fingers.
Hazelle flinched; his fingernails were going to leave marks. The insides of her cheeks hurt from being pressed so tightly against her teeth but she didn't dare to make a single sound. She had been scarred before by his flames and she wasn't willing to gamble on whether or not he would use his left hand to leave her a more permanent reminder.
"If she became the crown princess, what would you become?" he asked, pulling Hazelle's face a little closer to his own.
"Nothing," she gritted out with much difficulty.
