Chapter 9

Hazel’s POV

Closing my eyes, I pondered over the possibility if I yank his hand away. First was very obvious—they would kill me for disobedience, rape was second but worse than first. Sadly, I couldn’t think of any more casualties.

Rape wasn’t an option and dying at the hands of foreign men was utterly disrespectful to my subconsciousness. I took a deep breath before opening my eyes. Maybe if I didn’t react much, he would let go.

I reminded myself that being touched over clothes was better than being molested in the middle of nowhere, with their hands all over my naked body. As much I hated them, I knew the power, I had seen enough to rationalize my thoughts along with my irresponsible actions.

Gulping down the lump of nervousness, I let him rub circles over the fabric of my thigh. There was another problem, I was touched by a man like this. The strictness of my kingdom didn’t allow any of the royals to finalize their futures.