Elena’s POV
At least, at least I can beg him to keep my sister safe. No matter what happens to me here.
I nod to myself; my mind is made up.
I am taken to King Harvey’s room by the pale maid.
She has only given me a crème thin nightgown and lace underwear.
I can’t help but blush, the feeling of the underwear against my skin is odd. I am not completely covered, but it feels sensual.
I stand by his massive red bed and wait, unsure of what to think or how to feel.
I draw in one slow cold breath to calm myself but still shiver in fear.
Time passes slowly, as if by dripping water droplets. Finally, the door opens and King Harvey walks in mutely.
I close my eyes against his presence, fear climbing up into my throat and sealing it shut.
“Open your eyes and look at me.” King Harvey comm
