Tyki. Get ready, we have so much preparations to do. And he threw me into my bed. Leaving me like a trash, treating me like his slave. I am so angry. I don't know what does he mean by my marriage, and me his possession. I know one thing. That Tyki has never let me play with anyone my whole life. We use to play together and sleep together till the age of 7. Father will make our beds separate, but tyki will leave his room every night, and comes to my bed. He will hug me tight. He always said he will marry me. But then, he changed. He will take me into his room. Lock me in cupboard, and sting me with his poisonous butterflies. But they have no impact on me. The stories of his tortures are endless. I scare his name, his body and his soul with hatred. That is why, i have to obey him. My whole existence is at his mercy, by the will of my father. On his way leaving from my room, he picked me clothes to wear for shopping. I changed and left towards his room. I stood outside and wait for him to come out. He called me in.
Tyki. Come in.... do not stand there.
I entered his room. His room is the most beautifully decorated of the whole castle. It nearly took me five minutes to walk through elegant decorations. He walked out of dressing room, only wearing his black jeans, not even buttoned. I lowered my gaze..... in fear.
Me. I apologise, for coming in. Kindly, forgive me.
Tyki kept walking, and reached me. I can always, tell by his cologne.
Tyki. Button my pants.
I was shocked, and i looked up at him. He is very tall than me. I have to raise high... in order to look at him.
