Dream or nightmare

A long silence settled in the dark room while the moon still allowed us to be able to discern everyone's features despite the darkness. And it is obvious that I can perfectly see the expressions on the face of my counterpart.

In fact there is only one.

The man seems stunned as if the sky had just fallen on his head. And of course his reaction seems stupid or even disproportionate to me. For him, a woman as long as he is an emperor or whatever does not have the right to say no to him? And what is this emperor thing to begin with? Do they still exist? Hm it's true that in our time there still exist monarchies but an emperor, this concept has long been outdated.

Unless this is a gag, I wouldn't know how to analyze this situation. Anyway, the man in front of me, unless he's a madman on the loose, has just gotten over his surprise and is now looking at me like he's about to rip my head off.

Why is he so angry? I only told him what I thought. There's no way I'm going to sleep with a man I don't know, no matter how he looks.

I move a little further away from the bed, the cold of the floor making me shiver to the bone.

Cautiously, nevertheless keeping my gaze focused on the man who for his part follows each of my movements in slow motion, I walk backwards, making the effort to keep my dress on me. By the way who changed me? Why am I in such a light dress feeling like every last part of my body is exposed? This dress makes me feel naked and I hate it, but for now, I have no choice but to bear it because the man has also just stood up, walking towards me. He is very tall to say the least. He literally towers over me and I have the impression in his gaze that I am just a little mouse in front of an enormous panther.

His look is enough to make me tremble all over but even if he can certainly tear my head off with his big hands, I'm not going to let it happen.

Where did he get the idea of wanting to take a woman by force? He is divinely handsome, so he can have all the women he wants, so why must he want to force his way towards a woman who has just told him clearly that she feels nothing... absolutely nothing for him?

Is he a psychopath or something?

This is really starting to irritate me and denying the fear that rumbles in the depths of my stomach facing the dangerous man in front of me, I raise my face in front of him challenging him with a look as I see him freeze his eyes rolling back horror. I shake him, it's not bad at all. He must understand that I don't want him

"Your majesty or whoever you are, there's no point in scowling at me. I don't want you to lay your majestic hands on me. I told you, I'm not going to give up my body to a man I don't know and with whom I'm not in love, can you be as beautiful as the moon, I don't care... I don't love you and therefore I do not desire you as a man, please go away."

I crossed my arms and stood to the side seeming to wait for him to get lost but he just stayed there standing in front of me. I opened one eye having closed them to show him that his presence is now useless and what I saw drained me of all life.

The man in front of me was trembling with anger, not rage, so much so that his grip had changed color to white as he had clenched his fists tightly.

There seemed to be a murderous aura around him that had no other target than me. Slowly I took a step back and swallowed, feeling my heart fill with fear. Such fear that I thought my heart would drop into my stomach.