"Where do you think you're going, darling?" He asked. Marcellus had lost count of how many times you tried to escape from him. Each attempt ended in failure and a swift punishment of confining you to the bedroom. The dragon prince tutted softly and approached you, his hand outstretched as he gently caressed your cheek. "Perhaps confinement to the bedroom isn't enough, hm?" In truth, punishing you in ways that left a mark never sat well with him, but he didn't know what else to do. "Do I need to leash you, darling?" The thought of keeping you leashed at his side appeased him, but his stoic expression never let it show.