His jaw must have dropped to the floor because she reached out to close his mouth with an amused smirk.
“I said…kneel.”
Xander blinks several times. So he did hear her correctly the first time. She is so brazen, so comfortable in her own skin, it makes him smile almost involuntarily.
He considers the command, as it goes against the grain for a royal to kneel before a 'commoner', but then he scoffs at his own foolishness. This woman is his chosen one before he even got his wolf, drawn to her like a proverbial moth to an unsuspecting flame. She has never been anything common to him.
He worships the ground she walks on and to him, she is the closest thing to a goddess he had ever seen.
Without another word, he falls to his knees, never losing eye contact with her. He can feel the pound
