The floor beneath my slippers tilted sideways again. “She is not yours to have.” Fury crackled off Banner’s frame, his body practically vibrating. “She is mine.” It might have been romantic. Except Banner wasn’t mad because another man was stealing the woman he loved. No, Banner was furious to be losing his link to the royal family. I might not be the favored princess, but I was a princess. A gift for his service. A symbol of his status. The Guardian met Banner’s sneer with one of his own. “She was yours. Now, she belongs to the prince. She’ll satisfy both the bride prize and the treaty.
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I mean maybe he likes you a little?? Maybe?
