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   ๐Ÿ’ƒ{She Danced For The King}๐Ÿ’ƒ




     King Arthur's pov

I watch as her eyelids flutters and I know that she's about to wake.

She finally opens her eyes and stares around where she is, before her eyes finally lands on me and as if I did something or I punched her. She moved back immediately and I sigh, knowing exactly why she did what she did.

She's afraid of me and I seriously do not blame her for that.

After seeing what I did. She should be scared of me, in fact she shouldn't be anywhere near me and I definitely won't blame her for it.

"Are you alright? You passed out?"

After seeing what I did, she fainted and I don't blame her for it. I really wish that she didn't have to see me like that. I wish that I didn't have to do that but I have no choice.

It was either to do that or she gets hurt.

"Yes...I'm... I'm fine."

She stutters refusing to look me in the eye and avoiding my eye contact.

"Why are you not looking at me?"

I ask, my voice coming out harsher than I meant it to be and she immediately raises her gaze to me as if she's afraid I would do something to her if she doesn't.

"Do I scare you that much Elena? Are you that afraid of me?"

This saddens me. I never want her to be afraid of me and I never want her to see me like that. In my devil's form but it was a choice that I had to take.

A choice that I was willing to take and a choice that I'm glad I took because it's for that choice that's she's right here in front of me.

"No your majesty. I'm not."

I sigh before standing up and attempting to reach to her but she winced. Without me even touching her, she winced as if I had pinched her with something. Something that she never does.

She is afraid of me.

I sigh before drawing my hand back and moving away from her. Since that's clearly what she wants.

๐‘‡๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐ผ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘›๐‘œ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘š. ๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘“๐‘–๐‘‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘—๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’.

Finn's words resounds in my head and I boil in rage. Deep rage.

This is exactly what he was talking about. She's afraid of me because she saw who I really am and that makes me so angry.

I take one last look at her before walking towards the door.

"You're never getting out of here and do not come out of your room either."

     TBC ♥️.

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