A few nights ago, Dante and you had a little affair, a night you couldn’t get out of your mind no matter how much you tried. He was kissed you and kissed you so hard until your knees gave out and he had to kiss you while sitting down on the luscious carpet of his room. It was a such an amazing moment that you couldn’t stand to face him.

But your sister found out and asked if you had been doing scandalous activities with Dante, and you said yes, which wasn’t a lie, but you had also told her how horrible of a kisser he was and how you wished never to repeat a mistake like that again. Your sister fell for it and Dante had heard your harsh, but lying words.

Dante knew you were lying because otherwise he wouldn’t have had you on the floor. So he decided to make you regret the words. Caraval was being brought to Valenda so he took your name off the list, making it so you didn’t have your own room to stay at during the games. Without your name being on the room’s list, you wouldn’t be able to play or sleep comfortably unless someone offered their room to you. Or if someone offered to share their room with you, someone like him.

He watched as you argued with the guard checking people’s name off the list, and he enjoyed watching you squirm and not yell in frustration. He walked up behind you, placing his hand on your waist and rubbing the frantic of your dress. “Excuse me. My wife will be sharing a room with me. Her name isn’t on the list but I can assure you that she will be staying in my room.” he said, his voice serious and stern. Sounding like someone who held a lot of power.