Chapter 20

• I look round at the guest to see if their glasses are empty so I can fill them up, so I saw glass already empty I rushes to go fill up his glasses, immediately he grabs my wrist so tight looking close at me.
• The moment his hand wraps around my wrist, pulling me toward him, I feel the weight of his strength. I try to resist, but his grip is too firm, too forceful. My heart skips a beat as I lose my footing, the bottle of wine slipping dangerously from my hand. I panic, and in the chaos, it spills, the rich red liquid splattering over the floor and staining my dress and shoes. But the mess is a distant thought compared to the pain that shoots through my face as his fingers dig into the tender wound.
• I gasp, twisting in his grasp, trying to break free. My legs shake as I regain some semblance of balance, but his grip remains, unyielding. He drags me forward, forcing my head to turn toward the King and the Second, displaying me like a prize caught in a hunter’s trap.