ELORA
I shifted in my seat wondering how I was to spend hours in such a small space with the king. All our meetings always ended with me losing my ability to breathe and reason and I was sure as hell that this was not going to be different.
I stole a glance at him again now that the sun had begun its ascent bringing more light into the carriage.
Where his red hair had made him look like a Greek god descended from the heavens, his now black hair made him look like he had risen from the lowest depths of the underworld to wreak havoc on the world. He looked dark and dangerous and somehow even more domineering with than he usually was. The coal dark curls fell in loose waves over his forehead that made his sapphire eyes stand out even more.
How was I to breathe when there was perfection l
