She was breathtakingly beautiful—ethereal and radiant, her hand resting lazily on the wrist of her handsome bodyguard as she moved with graceful elegance, exuding nobility.
Every eye at the grand ceremony was fixed upon her. The king appeared to favor her greatly, while Rui Jones watched her, utterly lost in despair.
No one knew what we had shared in our dreams the night before. The scent of her skin was like a hand clawing at my sanity.
Yet she acted as if I were a stranger—though my dream had felt so real. The marks of my kisses still burned on her back from the previous night.
When I could no longer restrain myself and questioned her, she responded with a cold, mocking laugh, "Does Your Highness often leave such marks on others?"
Ignoring her resistance, I pressed my lips to the back of her hand, confirming her scent—Gen-two fae blood, so rare, how could I be mistaken?!
She was the daughter of Duke Renata and Hue, the woman most suited to marry me!
