Melody

　　"Where do you think you're going?" Derek caught my hand.

　　I know he is king now and I should address him as such, but I just can't bring myself to accept a heartless man like him as the king.

　　I raised my head to look from his hand to his face as if to confirm if he was sure that he had the right hand.

　　Was he probably mistaking my hand for Princess Miranda's?

　　"Where do you think you're going?" He repeated, confirming my doubt.

　　"Back to my quarters," I shrugged.

　　I wanted him to let go of my hand, but he held tightly onto it.

　　"I ordered you...