Iskander didn't wait for her to respond and freed her from the rope binds.
Before Yohana could even rub her numbed wrists, he grabbed her by the arm and began dragging her out of the room.
"Get up," he growled, pulling her through the darkened hallways of the palace.
"Let go of me! Where are you taking me?" Yohana stumbled, her legs still weak from the shock and the vomiting.
She tried to steady her feet, but he was too strong, hauling her along as if she were nothing more than a rag doll.
"You're so convinced your brother is a saint," Iskander spat, his grip tightening. "I think it's time you saw exactly what your 'harmony' looks like from the other side."
He reached the heavy doors of his personal chambers and kicked them open.
The room was vast and dimly lit. With a final, forceful shove, he threw her onto the tiled floor.
