Elena's gaze flickered. "You really want to know?"
Caelir nodded, eyes locked on hers.
Elena leaned close to his ear, lowering her voice. "Her Majesty said... I should get pregnant with your child soon."
Caelir's ears reddened. He hadn't expected this at all.
"...How... how did you answer?"
"I said it's because His Highness Caelir seems a bit frigid and doesn't really want children."
"Elena," Caelir narrowed his eyes, "you really love lying."
"I don't." She blinked.
"Really?" Caelir's hand slid behind her, finding the zipper of her gown. "Then let me show you right now whether I'm 'frigid' or not."
He'd been restless with desire all evening. Tonight's champagne dress outlined her beautiful shoulders, neck, and back perfectly, tempting him all night.
Elena pr
