Marcus POV
It felt as though someone had yanked the earth out from under his feet. Just when everything was finally falling into place, something like this had to happen.
The Princess is my mate.
Those words kept echoing through his mind all day. Alexander had stormed out of the room in a rage and was now Goddess knows where, but he probably needed some time to cool off, just like Marcus himself.
All day, he had walked around the forest, thinking of what to do next, but in reality, he was avoiding running into the Princess. He didn’t trust himself with her. She was his kryptonite. Which was ironic, since she wasn’t even his.
He rubbed his chest. The thought of her not being his brought him physical pain. How was this even possible? Everything with her had felt so right. From their bic
