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“I can’t allow you to harm yourself, can I?” He smiled at me and stepped out of the circle of darkness that still railed me in like a force field.

“I wasn’t going to harm myself! I was going to give you a world of hurt!”

“That’s not very nice, Barbie,” he sighed. “There’s a lot for you to learn, including being a nice…girl.”

I wanted to spit at him.

Killian smirked darkly.

A blink, and I felt so light. I looked down in horror, my bare breasts perking up for all to see. During my stay in Mist of Cinder, I’d filled out. Now I had full bosoms, my nipples the color of flame.

Killian’s starlight had burned away my servant’s uniform along with my breast binding without leaving any burn marks on my skin.

All the princes stared at me, their jaws dropped, their gazes glued to my breasts and heat starting to rise to their eyes.

“Perfect tits!” someone shouted.

Sy preened.

Thousands of eyes fixed on me and my tits, then everyone from the spectator seats started to record with their tablets fueled by magic. Soon my shame would be all over Spinchat, the supernatural social media!

Killian sent me spinning over the ice for good measure so everyone could get a clear view.

“Ladies and gentlemen of Shades Academy,” he shouted, his voice booming over the entire stadium. “That is Barbie, aka Little Bob’s darkest secret. Barbie is a girl, through and through. We’ve all been deceived!”

The audience roared their rage.

I trembled, my mouth full of ashes. Tears of fury, hate, and fear burned behind my eyelids, yet I fought the urge to cover my breasts.

You make me proud, Sy encouraged. We’re not weak! Tits up and let them admire!

The prince of the House of Chaos will fucking regret this, I seethed, swallowing my tears. I’ll make it my life’s passion to destroy him!

You got this. Sy cheered for me. By the way, I like Barbie a lot more. The prince of the House of Chaos has given you a lovely name. Not all is lost.

“Take off Barbie’s pants! Let’s see if she’s got a cunt!” some dude bellowed from the center of the audience seats, his group hollering and chanting.

Killian snapped his enraged storm-blue eyes toward the spectator seats, homing in on them like a predator. A wave of formidable power rippled off him as he raised a hand. A spear of lightning shot from his fingertips, reaching far and razing the section with one precise strike.

Shouts and screams rose from the audience seats before silence fell as the prince of the House of Chaos spoke again.

“Show’s over,” Killian said, his gaze lingering on my breasts before he flicked his wrist.

Darkness and starlight covered my breasts.

“Barbie isn’t an agent of dark forces or a monster prince.” Killian let his sensual and cold voice carry over the ice. “She’s a girl pretending to be a boy to avoid the obligation of the Brides Selection. Due to her unknown origins, she belongs to my house. From this moment on, Barbie is under my rule and protection.”

I blinked hard at the turn of events, then glared at him more.

A smirk lit his cruel, masculine face as he turned to me. “You’re to be enrolled in the Shades Academy as a bride candidate, which is mandatory under the rules of the Brides Selection of Mist of Cinder. Effective now, Barbie.”