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My head swam. Sweat clung to my palm. The impulse to break free from Lord Iacob's grip and flee down the stairs surged through me like a torrent.
Concubine?
What was he talking about?!
I should have just ran back down the stairs, but when he started pulling me towards the grand table, my legs just followed. My heart was a dull throb in my ears, its rhythm like a foreboding drumbeat.
The King turned his attention to me, and the grave scowl on his face made my skin crawl. I suddenly felt a severe discomfort just from being near him. I planted my feet, unwilling to move any further.
Not even when Lord Iacob pulled.
He halted, then turned to look at me. Shock and confusion flickered in his eyes as he attempted to make sense of the situation.
The warmth in my chest intensified, sending out a ripple that snaked through every muscle. Why were they so cruel? Was it simply because they were stronger?!
What would happen if I flung him down to the lower floor?
