As we agreed to our contract, he made an action that twisted my stomach into knocks.
He took a small troll to the small table as he walked back.
In his hand was a butter knife.
He slashed his palm and then did the same to mine.
The sting of his action left me speechless after I had gasped.
Placing his hand to mine, he smiled sinisterly, “I, Irvan Arktisk, plead my loyalty to not act on the grounds of a fated mate but only as your partner and loyal subject till the end of our rain,” he was swirling an alliance in our closed chambers, how did he know royal blood could do these types of actions?
The doors were knocked as the voice of Isabella’s mother, the maid, spoke, “It is your time to take the alter my Princess and Marquess,” without another word, and in a panic, I said, “I Lou
