Testing the Chains

Seraphine knew how to bait a man.

If Kaelith suspected her, he would react. If he was still uncertain, he would hesitate. And hesitation meant weakness.

So, she would give him something to react to.

That evening, she played the role of the devoted wife. Soft smiles. Lingering glances. A warmth she had never truly given him before.

She spoke to him at supper, asking about the kingdom's affairs. She brushed her fingers against his wrist as she passed him a goblet of wine.

And then, she struck.

"I was thinking," she murmured, lifting her cup delicately, "I should spend more time among the court ladies. Perhaps visit the markets."

A simple request. Innocent.

Kaelith barely paused in drinking his wine. "You wish to explore the capital?"

She smiled. "I am your princess, am I not? It would be strange if I remained hidden away."

A test. Would he let her go?

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, Kaelith met her gaze—and smirked.

"My lady," he said smoothly, "why would a caged bird ask permission to fly… unless it is already planning to escape?"

Seraphine's pulse quickened. He knew. He wasn't fooled.

But she had expected this.

So she tilted her head, letting amusement dance in her eyes. "What a strange thing to say, husband. Do you think I mean to run from you?"

Kaelith set his goblet down, slow and deliberate. "I think," he murmured, "that I would be a fool to underestimate you."

Seraphine held his gaze, a challenge flickering between them.

He would not give her freedom.

But he had not locked the door either.

And that meant the game had only just begun.