Wolfgang strolls up to the head and picks it up by the hair. Raising it to his shoulder, he grins widely, blood splatter dripping from his face as the crowd caterwauls for their ruler. I ignore the pinch of jealousy in my heart at the sight of him so comfortable basking in the crowd’s approval. Keeping the head raised, he turns toward it. His darkened gaze snaps to mine before his lips touch its cheek for a chaste kiss. A small gasp tumbles out of my mouth, my heart stuttering inside my chest as I watch in rapture as he softly presses his lips to the severed head, his eyes glued to mine.
