Chapter Fifteen
Robert's Point of View
I watched her as she tightened her grip on my blue pajamas, which she had stolen from my closet as if they were her only shield.
She stood with her back to me, but her tense shoulders and racing breath betrayed all the terror she was trying to hide.
Seeing her wearing a shirt stained with strawberry cake and her hair disheveled in that mess did not diminish her prestige in my eyes; rather, it made her look like a wild cat trapped in a narrow corner, still refusing to surrender.
It was funny how she thought a piece of silk belonging to me might protect her from me, while she stood in the middle of my kingdom, and in my room whose contents no one had ever dared to meddle with before.
I took an additional step until my chest almost brushed against her back; I wanted to make her feel how small she was in the face of my authority.
I said to her in a low voice, terrifyingly calm:
