Love is a feeling, then why does it seem like it is right now breathing alive in his arms.
Adrian knows one thing for sure, if love ever had a face, it would be of the person sleeping in his embrace. For she was almost mythically magical, it was hard to believe a woman like her can love someone like him.
Because honestly, who is he?
Apart from the throne given to him by his ancestors, he is a man with absolutely nothing of his own. And this woman right here, she didn't care about the crown he wore on the top of his head, but the heart he carried on his sleeve. She had gently taken it, signed her name on it, and claimed it as her.
He was left smiling foolishly as she did that.
He was often worried about the night. And he had worried about it since the day he learned she is not a vi
