Danika's insides are practically quivering in fear and panic but she didn't let it show on the outside. She wouldn't give this woman the satisfaction.

"What am I doing here?" She asked politely, but her chin was tilted in that upward manner only a royalty can attain with ease.

Vetta took one step closer and slapped her so hard across the face, Danika's head whipped to the side. For a full minute, she couldn't hear a thing as her ear rang, the pain reverberating all through her body.

"Let's get one thing straight, Slave." Vetta intoned, fasting her hand into Danika's hair and yanking it back to stare at her face openingly. "You do not get to question me!"

Danika gritted her teeth. She said nothing, but her eyes burned with fire and anger for this woman.

The king's torture is one thing...but a torture from his mistress is one that riles her up so much, especially when she hasn't do