Crown Princess
Julian stood there, leaning against the frame of the door, arms crossed on his chest as he threatened the Queen of the witches with a voice so calm, it almost didn’t sound like a threat. Or maybe that was what made it sound more like a threat. Julian wasn’t sure. All he could see was the way his mate’s gaze locked with his, her eyes huge and her jaw hanging open, like the thought of him following her had never even crossed her mind. “King Julian?!” Queen Agnes’ high-pitched voice snapped him out of the spell Alina had put him through with merely just her existence. “What- what is the meaning of this?” He walked towards them, and stopped only when one of his arms was around Alina’s waist, bringing her back to him. He could feel her shaking slightly under his touch. Half of him thought
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