Chapter 83: Dungeon: Part One
"Are we done? Can I go back to my room?" She asked and watched as Arawn stood up. He brought his hand to her face and caressed her cheek, both cooling it with his fingertips and possibly his gift, as well as setting it aflame.
"No. We have some prisoner’s to go see," All jest had left his features and his voice.
Arawn removed his hand from her face and pulled back, turning abruptly and left the room. Evanna stood there in a daze from what just happened. The princess knew she was meant to follow after him, but she could not help it. She stood on the spot, facing away from the doors he left through.
Her hand went against her lips again, reminded of what just happened between them. It truly was a bizarre punishment, one she had never seen before when she was at her palace. Did the prince do it because he already claimed he would not punish her through sexual assault or physical, for that matter? She huffed in frustration; she could not keep standing there deep in thought. The prince might return and give her another punishment for not following him.
Evanna emerged from the room and glanced to the side to see prince Arawn talking to a guard nearby. The guard marched off, leaving the prince to turn his head back and look at Evanna. Her cheeks immediately heated, but she did not let her mortification and shyness of what happened in his chamber faze her. Instead, she clasped her hands together in front of her and raised her chin slightly as she strolled towards him.
Arawn’s face stayed impassive while he watched her like a hawk. Once she stood by his side, the prince began leading the way again, but his pace was slower than before, his steps almost measured. Evanna glanced at his features and saw his eyes calculative once more. This made her wary and alert at what may lay in front of her.
As they walked through the hallways, the prince again ignored the people who bowed at him. His eyes were set ahead of them. Evanna had glanced at him more than three times now, trying to determine what next he was scheming. Even though she had not spent that much time with the prince, she was becoming familiar when he was planning something, and so far, those plans kept involving her. She knew why though, it was because of that wretched gem!
That gem.. her men.. She remembered Garrett alerting the prince to capturing some men at the South-Western border of Direwood Forest. Were these her party?
"Your highness.." She began and felt her mouth go dry by the possibility of her comrades now captured by the Flori, like her.