You glared at the reflection before you, your gloved fists clenched in a rigid clasp. The lunchtime sun fought its way through the drawn curtains, it's warm gleam resting upon your cheeks. The light illuminated the whites of your eyes, emphasizing the red smudges and reflecting off the tears that were caught in your spiky eyelashes. You had been filtering through a few emotions to say the least for the last hour, humiliation over coming them all.
But now rage seemed to rise out of its quiet house within you.
How dare he treat you like so? He should have just let you leave in the first place when you attempted to! Your jaw was clamped as you pressed your gloved hands against the vast mirror before you, the metal fingertips already gleaming orange.
You didn’t need Elias anymore. It was quite obvious that you had overstayed your welcome by the mood change of the King. If you left the castle, or even the kingdom, you could easily start a new life for yourself, right? Get a job, one t