Chapter 451: The Husband

She could still remember that day, the day she realized the dreadful price she had paid for her life and power.

She could recall the supreme dominance to which she had been subjected and the manipulation she had endured.

The last time she had been here, Dorian had become aware of her eternal servitude toward a particular someone.

Similar to her previous visit, Dorian found herself in a world of darkness, standing in front of some sort of temple, drawings of people with clasped hands, kneeling to the ground, surrounded her, but there was no indication of the entity they prayed to.

"Does he now think of himself as a god?" Dorian wondered, a hint of worry creasing her face as she gazed up at the dark, sourceless sky.

Dorian took a deep breath and hoping for the best, began to move forward.

"It's hard to believe this is my own mind space. He just comes here and hijacks it like it's some public property of mine, with no regard for my privacy."