When the kiss ends, I feel a little lightheaded, caught up in the whirlwind of King Caleb and his masterful tongue. As I try to catch my breath, Caleb glowers at all the onlookers, as if making sure the message was received.
I am King Caleb’s. No one else is allowed to touch.
I know better than to argue with a king in front of a crowded room, so I keep my mouth shut about it. Though, in my mind, I will always belong to myself.
Slowly, the band begins playing music again, and the guests start talking amongst themselves, going on as if nothing occurred.
Near the door, I watch as a pair of guards escort the man with the green tie out of the room.
Glancing around, I notice that the only people who haven’t continued on are several of the other harem members. Instead, they are glaring at me
