ARIA'S POV
I was taken aback by his question. A lump formed in my throat and I averted my gaze, staring at nothing specific. “Your majesty, pardon but I wouldn't want that for myself.”
Zavier looked at me in amusement, a glint appeared in his eyes and he asked. “May I know why?”
I reluctantly met his gaze firmly, to indicate how serious I was. “I want to be free, your majesty.”
His brows furrowed and I realised I hadn't given context of what I meant. He was probably thinking I wanted freedom from him. Which I didn't.
“Not from you,” I say hastily and watch his tense muscles relax. “I would be most unhappy if I stay an object to be taken advantage of. But trust me, Your majesty, I would willingly be with someone I really love.”
When I could be free, why be a breeder who sits around ma
