#Chapter 43: Fall In Line

When the kiss ends, I feel a little lightheaded, caught up in the whirlwind of King Caleb and his masterful tongue. As I try to catch my breath, Caleb glowers at all the onlookers, as if making sure the message was received. I am King Caleb’s. No one else is allowed to touch. I know better than to argue with a king in front of a crowded room, so I keep my mouth shut about it. Though, in my mind, I will always belong to myself. Slowly, the band begins playing music again, and the guests start talking amongst themselves, going on as if nothing occurred. Near the door, I watch as a pair of guards escort the man with the green tie out of the room. Glancing around, I notice that the only people who haven’t continued on are several of the other harem members. Instead, they are glaring at me with hate and envy in their eyes. Don’t they understand that I had nothing to do with what just occurred? Though perhaps it’s not my actions that upset them, but those of the King. After all,