***Wolf’s POV***
“My rightful name is Wolf Faer, Your Highness.” I said without turning around to look at him, he cringed at the thought of his father being right.
“Why are you leaving? You need more rest to heal your wounds.” He tried anything to get me to stay.
“I cannot, your Highness. I have other matters that should have been attended to some time ago.” I said. “How long has it been?”
I finally turned to look at him, and I clouded his mind, “Almost four weeks.” He said slowly, for it caught him off guard to see my green and brown eyes. I took his breath away, and he had trouble concentrating, which irritated me.
“I am terribly late.” I said standing. “What do I owe you for the dress?”
“You owe me nothing,” He fumbled, “I have been honored.”
I let out a deep sigh, I
