Deacon’s POV
That question felt like a slap to the face that was both cold and sharp. My chest tightened, and my mind started spinning. I could feel the pulsing veins on my neck and the sudden rush of blood to my face, but I refused to show weakness.
Whatever reason he was asking me this, I wouldn’t satisfy him by giving an answer that would cause more chaos than his words had already started.
Instead of answering, I sat back down and calmly but firmly stated, “You’re out of line, Your Majesty.”
Desmond’s taunting smirk became wider while staring at me as if he had been waiting for my reaction.
Shrugging, he uttered, “I’m just asking. You’re always so protective of her, so invested in her welfare. It’s natural, Deacon. A man of your calibre, with your loyalty and strength, would want
