He was so tall that my eyes were level with his heart, and to keep his gaze, I had to tilt up my face. As I did, his eyes shifted to the brightest of greens, like a Quentis meadow after a spring rain. Those eyes were dazzling. Terrifying. A shiver rolled down my spine. This man was a murderer. He shouldn’t have such enchanting eyes. My guard shouldn’t have left me alone. “Our ships are not known for their royal finery. How ever will you survive the crossing?” he taunted. I shrugged. “I’m certain that if my husband can endure days without his royal finery, I’ll manage just fine. No need to
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