“I don’t answer to you,” the king said harshly. “Now that you’re here, little princess, kneel and accept your fate.”
Sabriel drew her sword.
The princess paled, her eyes widening.
Skylar smirked, waiting for her to drop to her knees and tremble with fear. Nothing would give him more satisfaction than having her at his mercy, ready to take the sword, so he could finish what his father had started.
“No,” Illyra said, putting her hands on her hips.
Skylar scoffed and took a half step back. She was refusing a direct order from him? Crossing his arms, Skylar walked around her in a slow circle. Her eyes tried to follow him but she didn’t move other than to crane her neck.
“That wasn’t a request,” he told her, arching an eyebrow.