TIARA THORNELLS
“Yes, Your Highness... I usually wear high-necked dresses when I’m back at the castle,” I replied gently.
He looked at me for a long moment, his gaze thoughtful. “Are you still planning to work in your condition, when you can barely walk? If it were up to me, I’d rather you rest. Wait until you can move comfortably.”
“All right, Your Highness...” I nodded obediently.
The corner of his mouth curved slightly, a bare smile that made his eyes seem even more intense as they focused on me, as if he were studying every part of my soul.
“You are so beautiful, Tiara...” he whispered.
My ears began to burn the moment he said those words.
“You’re mine. Do you understand?” he said in a low, almost like a growl restrained by gentleness.
“Yes, Your Highness...” I replied.
“Rem
