ALARIC

I stared at her up on the stage, her face pale, her body shaking. I have to punish her for calling another man's name romantically, in her sleep while holding on to me.

A smile escapes my lip, but I try to compose it. I fake a cold face and watch her as she stares in dismay.

She didn't dance but stood. Lost, and hopeless.

“Alaric, why is Desdemona up there?” Kieran asked, his voice raging at me.

“She is my toy, so I can do whatever I want with her.”

“She is not a toy, and you can't play with her like that, look how hopeless she is...