My eyes strained against the sunlight, fighting to stay closed and to return to the comfort of sleep. In my half-awake state, memories of the night flooded in, and I smiled. From the words that spilled from his lips, to his hands that excited every inch of my skin and his gaze that possessed my soul.
The culmination of months burned bright in the night. Forever altered and owned by him. It wasn’t just physical. My whole heart and soul had been captured by the wicked king.
After months of strife and struggle, my wish from a year ago had become a reality. While those initial dreams were of a man I knew little about, not even his last name, that feeling of possibility had nagged at me relentlessly.
When he first told me he wanted me to marry him, those dreams came back to me. But dreams an
