Victoria pulled her gray woolen cloak more firmly about her shoulders. The wind was sharp this morning. It drove icy fingers under her skirt to wrap around her bones. Normally, she wouldn’t have ventured forth, especially on foot, but she needed time to think alone, and the castle was full of men and something more.
True, there was only her mate, that she can talk to, but she didn’t want to talk to him right now.
Victoria kicked a pebble in the lane. How did the events change so fast? She was once an enemy of this castle but right now she's being a woman, a queen to be exact.
For once, in her lifetime she thought, she won't—and she will never be a woman. She won't let other men caress her in a way that please them. But damn! She even caressed her own breast by just thinking about her m
