Candance's POV
He was dressed in his customary royal garb of white that matched mine and was embellished with gems. His sword was sheathed and hanging over his waist, and he wore a crown on top of his head. He looked captivating and pride surge within me knowing this man was mine.
My small hand was taken in his and he brought it to his lips, kissing it, which caused sparks to fly all over my skin and made me feel the need to be close to him. His dark eyes met my green ones, and I had to brace myself not to fall at the intensity of his gaze. He assessed me and I felt naked beneath his gaze. He lingered on my bosom for a while before moving down.
He didn't wait for my reaction, he took me closer to him and placed his lips on my mind, locking them in a delicate interchange, saying,
