She wanted to ask again: Why her? Why had he chosen an unknown omega from a random pack when he could have had any noblewoman in the kingdom, someone born and bred to stand beside a prince?
But she didn’t ask, not because she lacked the courage, but because she had already asked that last night. And he hadn’t answered.
Besides… despite being an omega, River had the one thing that made her a remarkable worker and a survivor: the ability to read a room. She saw it in his posture, in the set of his jaw, in the way his fingers tapped lightly against the wood of the table—he was not in the mood for foolish questions.
And she instinctively knew that to Prince Heiko, a question without purpose was foolish.
So instead, she chose the one question that might offer her clarity and has plagued h
