Melissa Spatiatis.
“I don’t want to leave Gethmorn.” I say, releasing my distaste.
“Well, you don’t have a choice.” King Dimitrio says, he doesn’t turn his back to face me. So, I catch up to his pace at the end of the large rectangular table and I stand in front of him. I am even surprised at myself at this point. I didn’t think twice before running after him and gazing into his eyes.
There is a slight chuckle on his face as I do so. Does he find this entertaining? He is literally dragging me away from all I have ever known and there is a smile on his face.
“Your majesty, this is not fair.”
“Did you hit your head somewhere? Will a king travel without his healer to a foreign land?” He asks.
I exhale before I speak. Now, that I recognize that I am standing before him, his form towers
