The King's Mistake
Rowan watched Elvi as she worked carefully to fix his wounds, doing her utmost to avoid touching his skin as she threaded the strapping around his body. He fought the urge to reach out and touch her, knowing that that would end horribly; no matter how much or how rapidly their connection was growing. He bristled, as he listened to Fiadh tell her she should be a healer. He was well aware he had no claim to her, she had after all publicly claimed she would not be his mate or Queen. Elvi was destined to be by his side, as his Queen, not a healer’s apprentice in her coven. He was being selfish. He knew that. It was in his bones to get what he desired. He was King; and here in front of him was someone fated for him and she was fighting him with all the strength she had. “Thankyou both” he said
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