Landon inhales slowly. “I said that if he does that again, I’ll break his fingers.” “You said what?!” I hiss. I hear him chuckle, and when I look up, Landon’s eyebrows are raised, and he has a lopsided smile and one lone dimple peering down at me. “I’m kidding,” he says. “I said that a queen deserves respect.” He leans closer, raspy breath tickling my ear as he finishes, “And respect you will receive, Your Majesty.”
