Jason pov
the more I looked at Norella, the more I felt drawn to her. Her hair, dark and silky, cascaded down her back, catching the light as she moved. The way the gown hugged her curves made my chest tighten with a mix of desire and possessiveness. I was jealous. Every glance thrown her way by another made my blood boil. I had already downed two drinks, the alcohol doing nothing to calm my nerves, and I grabbed another from a passing waiter's tray. My eyes stayed on her, and I fought the urge to go over, wrap my jacket around her, and make her change that gown. The plan didn't matter to me at that moment. It was just her and the way she made me feel, raw and untamed.
Lost in my thoughts, I heard a voice behind me. "Hello, Your Majesty." The deep, familiar voice cut through the fog of m
