Zarah did not forget to bow profoundly in front of the prince before tossing Arabella's figure at his feet.
An action to which he scoffed, his expression nowhere near a mystery despite the young woman's eyes laying as far away from his face as it could have.
"Here she is, your highn-"
"Leave, hag," he cut Zarah off at once.
"If such is his Highness' wish,"
Immediately after those words, the sound of shoes ringing the marble flooring blared, culminating in the creaking then shutting of the door behind which the footsteps vanished.
The prince tugged upwards at her leash, but only teasingly, putting not enough force to yank her body into a different position.
That was before his foot started pressing down her shoulder, gradually grinding her bones while forcing them to meet the ground.
Every breath in her was focused on regulating her voice and tears because surely, screaming wasn't the right answer.
"Submit to me, whore!" he hissed.
