The Eyrien’s wings were outspread, blocking the door and her escape. She knew that her father wouldn’t have turned her over to just anyone, but this man was completely frightening. He reminded her of the mountains, of how stony and immovable they truly were. She didn’t understand what she’d done to merit such a stern escort, except that she was supposedly the Darkest female in the Territory.
Adele Belmonte curtsied deeply, and extended her hands, palm-up. The Sapphire Jeweled Warlord Prince, covered her hands with his, the calloused fingers bruising her delicate wrist. It was a symbol, of what was to come. Of the treatment she could expect in Askavi, of the power that could subjugate her.
Adele inclined her head, shaking slightly under the weight of Balthazar’s presence, and she wondered what would have happened if someone entirely different had been the one to escort her to her new homeland.
Or if she’d still have crumbled under the weight of their expectations.
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