**Dynasty—Miia*
"You look quite sullen, little thing." He said, his voice somehow managing to transform into a soothing balm in the middle of the chaos that was her newly acquired powers.
She savoured it for seconds, drinking his presence like it was the water she had long been lacking that would finally quench this thirst of hers..
"I am sullen in fact." She finally answered, settling in the seat opposite him while trying to resist the temptation to reach out to him. She was too strung tight from a lot of varying emotions to trust what she would do.
Not when he was still stroking her cheeks tenderly the way one would pet a cat.
He smirked, his cold fingers lightly ghosting over the skin of her face, causing the hairs to stand. "What? Are you dissatisfied with your prospective husbands?"
She groaned. "You saw that."
