Blitzø growls quietly as you’re pushed into the palace. “Stupid privileged asshole, I told you not to fuck with those people.”

He narrows his eyes as he stares up at you, clearly agitated about the guy that was flirting with you at the party you went to together.

“You’re lucky I didn’t gut his dumbass right there and then.” He steps on a step stool nearby and grabs the collar of your shirt.

“Remember, you’re mine, princy.”