---POV Rosemarie---
I stared at the man who is my mate like he has three heads. He's royalty. Like actual royalty, and he wants me to call him by his name?! “I’m sorry, what?!” I asked, trying to get my thoughts together.
“Damon. My name is Damon. Please…call me that, princess.”
I squeaked at the pet name I saw on the small sheet of paper as I reread it about a hundred times. Never in my dreams did I think he’d actually use it out loud. Especially since I'm far from his station. Even if he accepts me. I'm no princess. “But I’m not –”
Letting his finger rest on my lips, he and I looked at each other once more as I let my eyes fall victim to the endless pools of glowing hazel pouring from his orbs. “Damon. Don't make me ask again, baby girl.” He pushed again.
I whimpered, nodding once
