His possessive side

The rest of the festival was a daze to Freya. She pasted on the biggest smile and her energy was unmatched as the game were roasted over a high fire and drinks passed amongst the men. Her arm hung on the king’s the entire time as she charmed his people, being the queen that Queen Renee never could be and no one could tell that the king’s grip on hers felt as terrible as shackles on her wrists.

By the time the sun was going down, respectable ladies were flitting into their carriages, leaving the men that would carry the festival into the dead of night.

“I don’t want you to leave.” King Ardelan said, the ale on his breath bathing her face. Her brows rose playfully but her voice was firm.

“I know the people call me your mistress but you don’t think me a whore do you?” She asked. Her words finally knocked some sense into him and he bowed to her, making people gush again.

“Pardon my manners, Lady Reynette. I seem to forget myself when I’m with you.” He said.

She smiled and dropped int