Aurora was lying in her bed in King Riccardo’s guestroom, trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. At first, she didn’t understand when he told her that they could unite “their people”, and stupidly asked him to clarify. And he had been eager to, in great detail. She still shivered just thinking about it. Marriage.
She didn’t doubt that he’d had his fair share of women – even though he was old enough to be her father, he was still very handsome. Tall, muscular, short dark hair with some grey sprinkled in. But it didn’t hide his cruel smile and his cold eyes. And if that wasn’t enough, he was the one who killed her parents. How could he even consider getting married to her?
Thankfully, she had been able to buy some time, telling him that she needed to think about it. He had
