Under Solaira's cold gaze, Nyles's body visibly shuddered.
Those who watched could almost taste the fear running down her spine.
However, they did not know that internally, she was burning with unbridled rage, hatred, and jealousy. Seeing Solaira standing so close to the man she wanted, while she herself knelt in such a humiliating way, was a harsh blow to her ego. From being a princess and a Dark Lord's general, being reduced to a lowly beggar in enemy territory was nearly more than she could bear.
The humiliation only deepened when Solaira spoke. "Human, I understand your gratitude for Malakai saving your life. But do not make me reverse his efforts should I ever find you near him, or touching him so casually again. I will not overlook it a second time. Do you understand me?" she asked in a low, frigid voice.
