FIONA
His expression hardened slightly. “Well, apparently you do. I can’t have people here trying to undermine my woman, it’s a bad look for the entire monarchy."
A sudden coil of warmth tightened low in my belly.
“Your…” I swallowed, then threw my hands in the air. “Well, I am not actually your woman am I? So, problem solved.”
He took a step towards me. “Fiona.”
“What, Ethan, would you have me run to you every time someone so much as looks at me sideways?”
“Yes.” He replied and his gaze was so intense it made my toes curl. “Yes, that is exactly what I want.”
I ran my fingers through my hair and looked quickly away from him before I did something stupid.
When I was sure I wouldn’t throw myself in his arms or melt at his feet, I turned back to him.
“If you knew this whole time,”
