"After this, we will be going to the capital for your dress fitting," Lucretius said when we were on our way to the training grounds.
My heart had already calmed down from his teasing earlier.
I couldn't believe that I had to be honest with him at all times, and it seemed like there was no way that I could tell a lie. Even if it was a white lie.
It felt like Lucretius would easily know if I lied to him or not, as if he had marked me as his mate. I knew that when you both marked each other or at least, the other party marked their mate, they could be able to read your feelings and thoughts as if they were an open book.
Now, I felt like the contract itself had similarities witha mating ritual. What if there was something I didn't know that giving myself to him for the first time had caus
