EZRA
Beautiful. That is all I could say about the woman standing by the arched window in my throne room. Whether she was Violet, or Rosalyn, she was still such a gem. And she still had her stubborn and fiery attitude in her.
“How are you feeling?” I asked as I stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, my lips peppering her cheek with kisses.
“I’m feeling better than ever.” She whispered, turning around, her green eyes looking up at me.
“I see those eyes, and keep forgetting you’re not Violet anymore.” I chuckled. I lifted my hand and put a strand of her now dark hair behind her ear, feeling the softness of her waves.
“I would not be so sure of that. Amara cursed me, and Violet will forever be in me.” She smiled, gently stroking my cheek. Connal purred inside me, feeling
