Bellona POV

 

"Need a massage?" he asked, holding a bottle in his hand. I know the bottle contains massage oil. I have a feeling he is up to something and whatever he is up to, he should stop it.

 

"No, thank you," I said, going to my room. 

 

"You seemed str......" I cut him off harshly.

 

"I said no. Is that too much to understand?" I snapped. He looked at me, breathing out. I could see the anger in his eyes, but I glared at him, daring him to say one word. He looked away from my eyes, bowing his head. 

 

"I am sorry, your majesty," he said. I scoffed,...