||Hayden||
Louisa was only a step away from slitting her throat when I took away the dagger from her hand. With my thumb, I touched the slight cut on her neck and wiped out the blood. Why did every scar on her skin hurt me so much? The blood on her skin was making my dragon unsettled.
“If I want someone, I want them alive, Louisa,” I asserted. She stood there speechless, but her eyes said it all. Did she detest me to the point that death seemed to be easier?
“Let me make this clear, Duchess of Narodnye. I have chosen you, and you will come with me, ALIVE.” I paused and leaned over her tiny frame, “if marriage is what you want, then marriage it is. You will be my empress.”
She blinked twice as if she had never seen this coming. Her soft, petal-like lips were a little apart. How much I w
