Hurtful Accusations
I wanted to tell him that my clothes wouldn’t be in this state if he didn’t pull and tear at them. However, I couldn’t reply to him. Just looking into his cold blue eyes scared me like never before.
Although it seemed like the prince had regained control of himself, his kindness was completely gone. Instead, I felt cornered and intimidated by him.
“Are you just like the rest of them?” he asked as his eyes narrowed at me.
I had yet to learn what he was talking about or whom he was referring to.
“What are you…saying?” I asked blankly.
Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and yanked roughly on my arm. I cried out in shock at his sudden action. The prince got up from the bed while dragging me along with him. I found myself on my feet next to the bed with the prince glaring down at me. His hold on my wrist tightened, and it started to hurt.
“Please…let me go…” I whimpered as I tried to pull my arm away from his grip.