Bianca
I stared at Isaac’s outstretched hand, my mouth suddenly dry. The honeymoon suite. Of course. Every royal wedding ended with the happy couple retiring to their special suite, where they would consummate their marriage and solidify their union.
Except our marriage wasn’t real.
But as I placed my hand in his, I couldn’t help but wonder if that was still true. Something had changed between us—several somethings, actually. The kiss in the alcove. The marking ceremony. The second and third kisses, one during the wedding and one after the duel.
The duel. You attacked my mate, he had said.
My. Mate.
Were we still just political allies? Friends? Or had we become something more today?
I didn’t have time to ponder this further, because Isaac suddenly swept me up in
