Rowan half threw Seraphine to his study room.
After the ceremony ended, he forced her to ride a carriage to the western wing of the palace, next to the Black Beauty building. It was Rowan's quarter, which was further apart from the square than the main building was. Once the carriage stopped, he dragged her again to the third floor where his study room was.
Seraphine stumbled with her annoying heels and her long dress. If she had not grabbed Rowan's desk for support, she would have fallen to the floor. Her arm was burning with pain because of Rowan's grip. She turned to face the angry prince. Her own invisible flame lit up, matching his rage.
He dragged me!
"Take it back," he said.
"What?"
"Take your words about being a military sorcerer back!" His tone was deep and intent. His f
