“You are my betrothed, my wife before long, the future queen of Dranada and Vhaerya. Before the eyes of the kingdom, I will forever show you the honor and respect that is due.” His fingers slid up along my spine, only to cup the back of my head, gently pressing until the side of my face sunk against his chest. Lips brushed over my temple, nuzzling me before they whispered, “But make no mistake, little white dove… I have every intention of being my cruel, cold-hearted self with you in the privacy of our chambers.”
