Chapter 35: Grandeur
"Take a seat or whatever, slave," Aleksander said without looking at her.
Elys looked around.
It was her first time in this part of the manor which closely resembled a drawing room. There was only one chair and a coffee table to match, little to no decorations at all. Lastly, one broken chandelier was hanging precariously above them.
Needless to say, the lone chair in the room was occupied by the prince, obviously unbothered with the danger that could potentially fall down on him.
The princess couldn’t help but roll her eyes. He had been sarcastic with her. Thankfully, he seemed like he wasn’t at his worst temper as of the moment.
Elys felt she could play a bit.
"Quite funny, dear husband. Would you want me to sit on your lap then?" she retorted, returning the sarcasm he threw at her. "And for goodness’ sake, stop calling me a slave. I am Elys."
She walked towards the prince, and then stood beside him as she faced the tailor whose pale face competed with the vampire prince. His eyes were on the verge of tears, and she could tell anytime the man would eventually break down.
Aleksander glared at her, but instead of snapping at Elys for being smart-alecky, the prince quickly turned his attention back at the man who was obviously terrified of him and his foot incessantly tapping in impatience.