More tears began to spill over my cheeks as relief flooded me. Klaus would not turn me away; instead, he accepted me. I rested my forehead against his shoulder, as I felt his arms slowly wrap around me.
“Tell me what you wish for me to do, my sweet Aurelia, and I will do it.”
“There is nothing you can do, Klaus,” I answered softly. “In the end, you will be married to the Princess of Foix de Lille and I will have no choice but to leave Saarland der Licht.”
Klaus’s hands pulled me away, and tipped my chin so he could look at me. Deliberately, he shook his head as he tucked a small strand behind my ear.
“I have no intention of accepting the princess as my bride, Aurelia. Not now. You should know this. After last night, I realized I could never go forward with the arranged marriage to the
