NYQXEE’S POV
Quen strides toward us, that devastatingly charming smile lighting up his face, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. My heart stutters, skipping wildly in my chest, and an involuntary purr slips from my lips before I can stop it. Embarrassment crashes into me like a wave. Beside me, Vivian lets out a soft, knowing chuckle, clearly entertained by my reaction. I can’t even look at her, my cheeks are burning, a fierce blush creeping up my neck as I fight the urge to disappear into the ground.
"Princess!" Ismael’s voice cuts through the moment, filled with joy as he runs over to Arya and pulls her into a warm hug.
Then my mate steps in front of me.
He doesn’t speak right away. Instead, he lifts his hands, those familiar, comforting hands I’ve yearned for more than I dare
