Victoria
The last few weeks had pushed me to the edge. Between Alexander’s suffocating protectiveness and being confined to the bedroom like a trapped bird, I was one breath away from losing my mind. He allowed me only an hour a day to walk the gardens, as though the sun itself might try to assassinate me if I lingered too long.
And the worst part? He acted as if this overbearing behavior was perfectly reasonable.
Fed up, I marched toward his office, the echo of my footsteps enough to send the guards scrambling.
“Open the door,” I ordered sharply.
They obeyed instantly. Only his assistant was inside with him. Good.
“Out,” I said, voice icy.
Alexander’s glare met mine, but the assistant fled before the door clicked shut.
Finally, alone, he continued to glare at me as if I were the
