Thrown Into Fire: The Sacrificed Princess

pped around my torso as she dropped her head into my shoulder, and I tensed as h

d onto me tightly. Her perfectly manicured nails dug through the thin cloth of my dress and pressed into my skin in warning. The king offered me a

in the queen's eyes as she beckoned for me to answer with a nod of her head. I could

tightening again. She gave me a fake, pleasa

mbled backwards as if I had shoved her, and I mentally applauded her for her theatrics. If the dragon weren't here,

ok at him, I was surprised he was out of bed. Every inch of his body was covered in bandages, and his left arm was in a sling. One of his eyes was black and bruised, the other eye being covered by

tion," I said, correcting him. I could see his face go red with anger, but he could not say anything in return. Th

e you dearly. What will you do if that monst– if the Great Dragon believes the words coming from your mouth

to look at him, but he was only interested in me. His

at I asked. There was no reason for him to be gentle with me or consider my thoughts, opinions, much less my feelings. He didn't need to as

er him!" the ki

th mockery. Was he just trying to mess with me? No matter what my answer

e breath he was holding, color returning to his face. I saw th

ing on his face. "Not at this time. Let me

s if he had just been slapped. "Are

the king's rage grow larger. "Your life is entirely in my bride's hands. If she so much as jests for your life to end I will take it upon myself to

the steps of the dais, and did not care for Orion and Cassian in his way. In fact, his shoulder slammed directly into Orion's, the prince shouting out

this point. My feet were lifted off the ground slowly this time, and he carefully cradled me in

k out towards the door, the knights opening it for him without a command needed. Kaelith's fe

he went outside with me to the Queen's Garden. He did not allow my feet to touch the ground until we reached the gazebo. The table was already set,

he final

ng the skirt of my dress. His eyes weren't glowing anymore. His chin rested in the palm of his hand

on all over his face. His eyebrows knitted together as he glanced down at

with the blow of the wind. Another bowl of an assortment of fruits were also present, once again, not rotten but fully ripe. My mouth salivated at the thought of tasting fresh fruit. Alongside the sweets, there were savory options of sausages, boiled eggs, cheeses, and

drank anything in ages. My stomach growled unexpecte

into it. "Has the meat changed over the years?" I watched as he took a bite and chewed, only t

asked slowly,

him. "I am not privy to human foods, but my eyes do not deceive. I t

d this moment amusing to himself, but not out of a place of mockery like he usually presented. His teeth were white and clean– there weren't any sharp

hter. A soft smile was on his face as he reached for the empty p

reaching for the plate. He jerked back quickl

mouse nibble on a half slice of a cracker," he deadpanned at me. "I expec

out of my body. There was still the same glimmer in his eyes– he was no

was piled high with different foods, he was satisfied. H

at for a meal before. Truthfully, I don't think I have ever eaten this amount of food in a week. I would have been satisfied

me– a slice of sausage. I swallowed as I stabbed the meat, watching the juices pour

only quality meat would be served for this meal. It was soft and chewy, and it did not threaten to chip away at my teeth with each chew I had. And it was warm. My memory

ped, quickly wiping the tears away with my palms roughly. He gently took hold of my wrists and forced them away from my face, reaching

have... I've never had food like this, my l

felt his hand retreat. I froze in place at the sight of him. His eyes were glowing again. Burning. The fork in his

craped against the ground as he moved, about to head towards the palace

ng towards me. "I– I want to kee

light in his eyes flickered

at with me?" I asked quickly, hoping this would be enough to subdue him. He let out a breath, his shoulders slumping

ing the chef who made the food this m

fast?" I asked with a hopeless sigh. It

reaching over to my plate t

enough space in my stomach for lunch if I finished all the food he gave me now. Actually, scratch th