SAMANTHA
The way events turned around blew out of proportion.
One moment, Leslie was being dragged away, screaming and crying. The next moment, the king was offering me a villa. And now, I was being assigned to Darlington like a piece of property changing hands.
I was flabbergasted. Too powerless to object. How pathetic could I become? I felt like a mere pawn, tossed into Darlington's care by King Lionel's icy rule. My fate was not my own. It never had been.
Darlington seemed taken aback. His eyes widened slightly. His lips parted. But then he recovered. He offered a gentle smile. It was meant to reassure me, I think. But it did not.
"Why does she have to go to his quarters first?" Jayce's voice cut through the air angrily. It was filled with disbelief. His gaze was sharp like a blade. "As I said, I have an interest in her too."
King Lionel rubbed his temples. His face was filled with frustration. His jaw was tight. His eyes were closed.
