Winston POV
I hear everything Macy has said, but my brain isn't processing any of it. Well, that's not true. I got the cliff notes. She wants to start a war to bring peace. I will take the time to process all of that later. Right now, all I can see to focus on is how her cheeks flush when she is angry.
She flops down on her back. Hell bent on not helping me with her clothes. I would never admit this to anyone, but I love when she makes me work for it. She is so stunningly perfect that I would gladly bend to her every whim.
Only, I don't plan on undressing her. That would take too much time. I dart my head under the full skirts of her gown, and she squeals. Pulling my head back out, I smile at her over the folds of her dress.
"Nyx took great care to pick this gown out to impr
