You Belong to Me Now
Leon breathed shallowly, eyes dull. "Here's the deal. Respond when I tell you to. Obey when commanded, and obey like the puppet you are now. Do your part, and… I don't care how you live. Your pride, your ambition—keep it. As long as you take orders, I won't chain anything else."
Natasha's fingers clenched into shaking fists.
He moved around her, slow and deliberate, as if speaking to a minion instead of a Monarch-level foe who had attempted to murder him. "Just think of it this way: instead of receiving orders from your beloved kingdom, you receive them from me now. Simple."
Her face whipped around to him, incredulity written across her features. "You… you're attempting to claim a kingdom for yourself."
Leon paused, then laughed—a rich, pleasant sound that made a shiver run down her spine. "Of course, dear."
