“You will find another bride, Aron. But I’m afraid it can’t be me.” Anger lit his gaze and he spun to face Prince Magnus. “It’s very important for a bride to be pure on her wedding night. Is this not so?” Cleo’s cheeks began to flame. “Aron!” He gestured wildly at her. “Cleo already gave her chastity to me. We’ve shared flesh. She is not pure!”