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She was tired of being shut behind doors and told to keep quiet because she was born with the wrong equipment between her legs. It wasn’t like men’s fragile junk was anything to be proud of. Vera’s body could knock a prince on his ass and give birth to new life.
Her scent had been intoxicating. Smelling like wind, flames, and iron all rolled together, he imagined it was probably what the stars themselves smelled like.
What grated against Jaren’s nerves the most wasn’t that she worked for the prince, but of how in-tune his senses seemed to be to her. Even with the strength of her scent reduced due to distance, he swore he still knew exactly where she was. There was this incessant tug he couldn’t ignore. It was as if his body was a compass and she, north. It was fucking ridiculous.
Fear is a flame. It cannot be extinguished by will alone. You can let it burn you alive, or you can do something with it. Alter it, bend it to your will, forge it into a weapon.
“I’m tired of being invisible.” “You could never be invisible, little star. You burn too bright. Sulian may seek to hide you away, to steal your future and crush your spirit, but even he could not hope to smother the intensity of your fire. You are more than the pretty trophy he wants you to be.”
She almost groaned with anticipation when she caught sight of the small, dingy tub in the corner, but then her eyes drifted to the other side of the room. To the single bed. She chastised herself. They’d touched more on the horse than they’d have to touch sleeping on the bed. Not to mention, they’d already slept side by side on the ground. Doing so on a mattress wouldn’t be any different. Even if they were now alone. In a private room. And he’d claimed she was his.
He lifted his head, staring into her eyes. “Did I ever tell you that you smell like a burning star?” “What?” “Your scent, it’s like a burning star. Like your soul itself was made from a swirling storm of fire and iron. It’s intoxicating, Veralie.” He placed a kiss on her stomach, and her heart fluttered. “There is nothing about you that does not draw me in. You never have to second guess with me. I know intimacy is new for you, and there is not a single part of me that is not aware of how fucking lucky I am to be the one to experience and show you.”
Clutching his stomach, he stood, finally able to look at her head-on. Veralie’s eyes were narrowed, and her frizzy hair billowed around her like its own entity. It was honestly impressive in its size. He let his eyes roam about her face, watching the subtle changes as her irritation rose. “Stop ogling me.” “I’m not. Your hair was just telling me good morning.”
