AURORA'S POV
Gasps filled the dining room when I rejected Damion's command.
“She dares reject the king's orders?!” one council member sneered.
“I don't feel hungry, is that a problem?” I spat. I folded my arms across my chest and shot a cold glance at Damion.
But he didn't flinch, he smiled devilishly. He settled in his seat, spreading his legs like he owned the world.
“It seems you want to starve to death, then your wish is granted. No food will be served to you for the next two—no, for the next five days.” He pulled his eyes lazily and smirked.
“You wouldn't dare.” I squinted my eyes, daring him not to do such a ridiculous thing.
“I already did. You are dismissed,” Damion continued to eat his food, and my stomach rumbled when the fresh scent of chicken hit my nostrils.
I stormed
