Myself And You

''How about you be my queen, instead?''

He asked, and she wished he were joking, but the crazed and amused smirk that curved his lips told her otherwise.

''What?''

''You don't want to be a woman in my harem. That means you want to be my little queen, Charlotte?''

Eva couldn't believe this. The more she stared at him, the more of a joker he appeared to be.

'You don't want to be a woman in my harem.'

Was that really an option? Would he have made her a member of his harem if she wanted to?

She stared at him for the longest time and thought it was time she told him to be more specific about what he wanted from her.

''Ree-ree?''

The grin that overtook his face resembled one you would have if you had just been offered a shiny pot of gold.