I looked into the mirror the following morning, unable to sleep the night before. The pulsating mark on my neck. I touched the punctures and quickly retracted once I felt the indentation of these literal bite-sized holes on the side of my neck.
“Marked,” I whispered to myself. “Wow. What am I going to do?”
A sudden knock sounded at my door as I stood there, staring at my reflection. When the door opened without my consent, I already knew who it was. Quickly, I pulled my hair over my neck to cover the marked wound.
“Princess,” Dreyaz came into the room.
“You could knock,” I said, slightly flustered. Having this mark on my neck was like having evidence of a night of passionate kissing. I think Max called it a hickey.
“I’ve come to your chambers on this early morning to wish you a good
