Keira's POV
The next morning, I went to Alden because I knew I had to secure something for myself. It had to be something tangible that he couldn't touch or manipulate or claim was "ours" when it had always been mine.
I found him in his study the next morning, reviewing reports I had compiled for him the week before. He looked up when I entered, his expression softening into a familiar gentle smile.
"Keira, good morning! Did you sleep well?"
"Well enough." I closed the door behind me and got straight to the point. "My birthday is coming up soon."
"I know." He set down the papers, giving me his full attention. "I've been meaning to discuss that. What would you like? A piece of jewelry, perhaps? There's a jeweler in the capital who…"
"I want property," I said, cutting off
