Lex
Ivy’s hazel eyes stare at me in shock. Her gaze bores into me as she tries to decipher if I’m serious or not. A younger me would have laughed and made a whole production out of this situation. I don’t have the same need to turn everything into a joke anymore.
“What?”
“I need a love potion,” I explain. “I thought you might be able to brew up something. I will compensate you for your time. Whatever you want.”
“That’s not what I’m concerned with,” she snaps. “Why do you need a love potion?”
“I’m married.”
“Yes. I know.”
I sigh, preparing myself for the embarrassment of having to admit the state of my marriage to a woman I barely know. “It was for all intents and purposes an arranged marriage. We married to secure my son’s claim to the throne and to smooth things over between our ki
