You have to be kidding me.
Was he really going to claim me just because I can make powerful children? He didn’t look like the type that wanted to be tied down. But what was I saying, he could claim me and go about sleeping with all the noble ladies that batted eyes at him if he wanted. And I would have no choice but to watch and smile.
This could not be happening.
My father was in his studies with my mother. And there was a letter on his desk with the stamp of the royal family. But because I had more information now, I knew it wasn’t from the king.
He handed it to me.
“From the prince.” He simply said. I took it but didn’t dare open it. His brows rose and I pretended not to see. He frowned.
“He sent an escort.” My mother entered before he could speak.
“Yes. And a carriage.” My f
