"Elara," he said softly, his voice a warm counterpoint to the chill that lingered in the air from Damon's presence. His touch, light as a feather, brushed against her belly. Two tiny kicks answered him, a sweet confirmation of the life growing within her.
A soft smile touched her lips and she stood up. "I'll show you around, Your Highness."
“Elara, I didn't want to look around, I wanted to talk to you. I came for you, not your husband.”
“But Your Highness…”
“Kaelen, my dear. Call me Kaelen.”
“Regardless, you're the Prince of our Kingdom, I can't be reckless around you, it might cost me my head.”
“Elara, my dear, don't say that. You're this Prince’s saviour and you didn't even get a reward for that.”
“Your Highness, I'm not —” he reached out and cupped her face before she could say
