Chapter 27: The Price of Power
DRAVEN
I sat on my throne, feeling how my back hardened against the throne, but all I could see was her—Seraphina, breaking, begging, her voice cracking as she pleaded to be mine.
Mine alone. Not Caspian's.
She had always thought she was that Lancaster princess, having everything under her thumb, and watching her beg, broken, and seeking me made something hard nudge within me.
I'd planned to crush her, to grind her down till she was nothing but dust under my boot. But I didn't expect her to break so fast, to fall to her knees and beg me to claim her, to keep Caspian's hands off her. It was perfect. Too perfect.
For a second, when she screamed my name, tears streaming down her face, I didn't know what to feel. Something stirred in my chest—something I didn't like, something that made my blood itch.
Was it victory? Power? Or something uglier, something I'd never admit?
