[Carnelia]
One thing that Ona forgot to tell me about Moon Glow Dragons: Staring into the eyes of the Elf King is akin to madness. I forget how to hear, how to see, how to move--all that remains is the swirling sapphire glow of his eyes, bright like the flowers that entwine to create his diadem.
‘Queen Carnelia,” his voice is like warm honey that melts its way down my spine to pool low in my groin. "Would you do me the pleasure?"
The word "pleasure," sends tingles that radiate out from my core. It takes all of my willpower to close my eyes and turn my body away. I’m afraid to know what touching him would do to me. “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Your Majesty,” I can barely speak, my voice coming out as the barest breath. "We have not been properly introduced and I fear your in
