"Please!"
I implored as I turned to face the plump white lady, biting my quivering lips along.
"I – I don't want to be taken to the rogue king. I have no desire to be his mate. You have to help me."
With terror and fear imprinted on her face, she shook her head.
She took hold of my shoulders, lifted my chin, and looked directly into my emerald eyes.
With raised brows, she muttered, "I'm very sorry. I can't help you at this stage. The rogue king needs you. If he learns that I helped you escape, he won't hesitate to kill me,"
"Why don't you see him first and maybe we can discuss your escape some other time? Please. You have to see him for now so he won't suspect anything." She replied to me and a bang followed on the door.
The guard was getting impatient because he didn't hear ou
