IN MY CROWN

He started to speak again, and Vyvienne almost prepared herself to hurt him, to draw his blood, to watch him squeal. It would amuse her certainly, and yet it did not become necessary. Instead he backed down, offering his named. Adravendi? That was her own surname, and yet that fact only cemented her ownership of him in her mind. He was her family, he was hers, and she would not let him run from her. ?Cassius,? she said, noting the way his tongue tasted upon her tongue, just as she did whenever she spoke the name of her possessions. Sevan, Meinx, Syren, Cynder, Eos, Syrinx, and others whom she did not know, but undoubtedly belonged to her because of bloodline.
He begged to not be hurt and she snorted. ?Then give me no reason to hurt you,? she told him. ?You are mine. No one else?s. Mine,? she snapped. Her voice was harsh, bitter, but alas the girl?s dominance display was only temporary. Something about the shy boy awoke something?softer within her, not that she was turning soft in the least. Her acidic gaze rolled over him. ?Sit beside me. I?ll groom you,? she said. It wasn?t an offer, but a demand. He would sit beside her and she would groom him, not only because it would lather him in her scent in the process, but also because her father had told her to look after what was hers, and this boy now fell into her possession.