He brushes his hand through my hair, the silver luminescent strands reflecting the warm light of the fire. I try not to flinch at his touch, but his eyes catch the movement, narrowing before he pulls away. “That depends on you, little godling. If you try to escape, I’ll have to place wards to keep you from leaving the kingdom, but I’d prefer not to do that.” “I’m free to roam the kingdom?” I raise a brow. He nods. “You’re not my prisoner, Alira. You are going to be my wife. Even if we don’t like one another, I will respect your status as my equal.” His voice lingers like smoke and moves
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