A Game of Veils (The Royal Spares, #1)

by Eva Chase

I want her trembling with unfulfilled need, not consumed with pity for me.

I will not be broken.

“You’re not dying over a fucking piece of garlic.”

“There are only so many hours left in the night, and our princess needs her rest before tomorrow’s trial. We can ensure that she’s completely sated before she retires to bed, can’t we?”