"You will go as my partner," Iskander added, his eyes scanning her from head to toe with detached interest. "Not as a slave."
Yohana felt a surge of indignation.
The thought of standing by his side, the hand that had killed her uncle that might hold her agitated her.
"You bought me as a slave, Your Majesty. Let's not pretend that we have any relationship more than that," she pointed.
Angelo exchanged glances between them.
Iskander finally looked up from the scroll, his smirk deepening into something more predatory. He took a slow step toward her, forcing Angelo to shift slightly to the side.
"You think I care about your opinions?" Iskander's voice dropped, meant only for her ears.
"I thought after seeing your brother begging for his life, you would start behaving normally, like an obedient person. Besides, I want to show the Bariham King that I don't need his daughter as my luna. I have a more precious thing than his daughter."
"I am not a thing," she hissed.
