"Why do you defy me, little dove?" He demanded and De sire was torn. Torn between pleasing her Master and bending one of the rules holding their region together. His blue e yes bored into hers for a while before De sire finally looked away Again, w AIting for her judge ment, her dead judge ment for brea King a rule "The first option is to have you killed by hanging, the second one is to send you to the Harem while the third one is to make you my private m AId and you' re the only person who has the privilege of This rare chance. So, my dear little Dove, what do you say?" "I' ll pick the first option, let me die at s take or by hanging. Whichever option suits you, My lord but please just let me die a quick death" De sire pleased With a determined look on her face.
