Dracon looked her square in the eye.
"You will not talk to me in that manner. I am your king and you will treat me as such," Dracon ordered, low and firm.
"You are no king of mine."
Dracon ignored the comment, and continued. "If you leave this room, I have given instructions to the guards to kill you."
"You would not dare ..."
"Oh, would I?" A smirk appeared on Dracon's face. "I would rather see you dead than in the arms of another man. Do not underestimate me, Briana. You have no idea of what I am capable."
Briana's emerald eyes pierced into the blackness of his, anger radiating within them, as she fought back hot, angry tears, still unable to move her arms.
"Make no mistake about it, Princess Briana, you will be my wife."
"Never." Her voice was calm, clear and sure. Her eyes
