The reaction was priceless — Perhaps because it was from her [ king ]. ” Your words wound me deeply — How cruel of you. ” Mocking sarcasm as a laugh pierced the still air, slicing it in two. ” Just kidding — Quit trying to pull away. it’s not nice! “
A hand grasped the frail appearing wrist, snaky fingers holding it in the possessive grasp.
✹ ✩ ✓ ; " S-Stop...! " Shaking in her grasp, the whitet continued to try and get away, whimpering and trying to scooch as far back as possible. " G-Get aw-away...! "
✹ ✩ ✓ ; Sniffling and shaking, his body managed to pull her hand off, scrambling to his feet and scampering off like a scared deer.
✹ ✩ ✓ ; Would she follow? Hopefully not.













