Chapter 286 – Binding
"Oh, I now understand why my daughter fell for you," Lydia said, her heterochromatic eyes — one golden, one sticky-red — calmly observing Asael, who was looking at her as if holding himself back from snapping her neck in a full three-hundred-and-sixty degrees.
That made her laugh.
Asael didn't bother responding to her words.
They were inside the throne room, painted in a shade of red so deep one might believe it had been forged from blood itself. Lydia Drought sat calmly upon her crimson throne, her red hair combed into a single massive knot behind her head and pinned in place by a red dagger. She wore a striking black dress that flowed past her knees, hiding the luxurious heels beneath her feet.
She sat cross-legged, resting her chin upon her right fist, her eyes locked on the chained Asael standing several steps below her.
