*Killian*
I wake her up before dawn so I can have her before sunlight steals into the room. Then even though she invites me to stay to prove to myself I still possess enough willpower to resist her charms, I dress and go to the library to study my ledgers.
Instead, I keep seeing her sitting in the chair before the fireplace that first night. We will probably spend many a night together. Either here or in my bedchamber or wandering the hallways. It isn’t as though I’m providing her with an abundance of options.
Not that she needs any options. She is here to warm my bed, provide me with an heir. She isn’t supposed to make me want to laugh. She isn’t supposed to make me want to give her more.
Nor is she supposed to make me glad for her presence when I walk into the breakfast dining room a
