She's mine

"Hey, you!" Cleopatra yelled, marching towards her. Levina sighed; her attempts to stay hidden had fallen through.

Levina bowed her head. "Princess."

"Spare me the horse shit!" she spat. "What is it you want with Draven?"

"Nothing, I swear it. We are just friends, nothing more."

She sniggered. "How convenient!"

"Princess," Levina took a deep breath to soothe the annoyance brewing in her chest. "I can assure you, there is nothing going on between Draven and myself. Like I said, we are just friends."

"Well, you can't be friends with him anymore!" she tilted her chin.

Levina furrowed her brow in annoyance. "Why?"

"Because I said so. Draven is mine; he just hasn't realized that yet. Hence, I don't want to see you anywhere close to him."

This feeling of entitlement she had seen in Zarek was also very much present in Cleopatra, Levina noted. And as much as Levina wanted to scream at her, she knew she couldn't.