A Leash and The Arena

Agnes POV

“I do not like them tamed. Things are too boring that way,” said Cyrus, then turning to me he said, “do keep your head down, you are disrespecting my subjects by looking at them.”

Before I dropped my head down in compliance I was satisfied to see Adrianna's features falter at being referred to as a subject.

“Having your scarf around her neck makes it look like she's your woman and not your slave,” I heard her say.

“Is there a problem with that?” Cyrus quizzed.

“It misrepresents the court, a mere human slave is not worthy of your scarf,” she said.

“Is there anyone who is?” he asked with a sarcastic tone; it was mild but it was still there.

“Your Luna would be,” she said.

“Agatha is dead; there is no other woman worthy.”

A strange silence fell on the court after this. It was as though Cyrus had mentioned a forbidden name or rather Adrianna had steered the conversation into unpleasant territory.

“Agatha is dead and the throne sits without a heir.”

“Adrianna don't…” it