He showed up bright and early every morning and didn’t leave until we had to close our doors. He received his visitors in our living room which we were forced to unpack. Half of his visitors were sent by the king to beg, threaten and demand his return to his bride as they had rescheduled his wedding for the next month as if missing his message.
He had to take responsibility as Karriel’s heir but not if marrying Ariana featured in the responsibilities. It seemed I had become his personal adviser but my advice were biased. I wasn’t so selfless to advise him to wed Ariana. I didn’t see myself letting him go.
With this came the predicament of mating. No one could force him to mate any other if we mated but a nagging fear held me back. If we mated and the mark faded in a week? A month? A
