Elara's pov
"What?"
"You heard me." I stepped inside my room. Turned to face him from the doorway. "I was going to ask you to come to my chambers tonight. I'm taking that back. Clearly you have no respect for my judgment or my choices. So don't bother coming."
"Elara–"
"Your Majesty," I corrected him. My voice was like ice now. Sharp and cold. "And that's an order, Captain. Do not come to my chambers anymore. Do not presume intimacy with someone whose decisions you find so lacking. I will find your replacement. And keep your opinions about my fitness to rule to yourself."
I closed the door before he could respond. The heavy wood slammed shut with a loud bang that echoed through the corridor.
I stood on the other side of the door. My back pressed against the wood. My breathing came hard and fast. My hands pressed flat against the door, as if I could hold the whole world out just by keeping this door closed.
