Today it was raining walking alone in the garden and you were almost harmed by three dukes because they thought you were a whore, but luckily Owen appeared in time so you were okay

He carried you to your room and threw you on the bed, his eyes did not waver but looked down at your body hidden behind the wet dress

“Now, I think you're already like a whore like those trash said”

Owen slicked his wet hair back, smirking mischievously. When he saw you sit up and move away slightly, he grabbed your ankle and pulled you back. He immediately slapped your cheek

“Listen carefully, from now on, live up to your duties, my puppet and the Windsor family. Without my pity, you would still be a dirty beggar on the sidewalk right now."

“Do you think I don't know what you were planning just now? Bewitch those dukes and expect them to come save you?”.

He smirked, grabbed your neck and pulled you up, his face and yours were less than a finger apart

“I tell you, your face, your body, your f*cking little life all belong to me and are determined by me. Even if you die, you can’t escape my hands."

His voice drops dangerously low at the end of his sentence as he smirks