Chapter 42: Darius' Outing

The maids get me ready rather fast, to a degree that I was even showered against my will.

Everything about it felt very violating.

But now I'm done, and heading towards the dining hall.

The maids still at my side.

Which does a good job of elevating the stress that settled in my heart and thoughts.

Stress, stress pertaining to the thumping of my heart, in a way I don't want to understand.

And stress in a way that I imagine Darius showing me Rosemary's head on a plater.

The image raises the hair on my body, and I suddenly become colder.

I just pray it isn't that.

I tap my pelvis, feeling the totem carefully tucked away in the shorts underneath my gown.

I think about Elias, and I feel some form of strength surfacing within me.

I take a deep breath, and I keep my focus forward.

We make it to the dining hall, and inside, I find Darius, seated in his throne seat.

And at once, our eyes meet.