When she was done, King Lucien withdrew the cup and tried to get up, but she clung to him, her dazed eyes staring at his. “So cold.”
“You’re cold?” he asked with a furrowed brow, knowing that the room was not cold at all.
“Your… eyes… they’re so cold,” she whispered.
King Lucien said nothing, knowing that the woman wasn’t herself. They heavily sedated heron pills and potions, and those had side effects.
He just stared at her.
It was the first time he allowed himself to gaze at her up close. The first time he allowed himself to really look at her.
To see Danika, not Cone’s daughter.
She was beautiful. The knowledge went to his stony heart and whispered to it. Beautiful and so pure looking.
Like a woman who never experienced the rough side of their world. Like a princess.
She had
