I can't sleep.
Draven's heavy arm entraps me, holding my back against his steadily rising and falling chest as
his even breaths brush against my ear.
It should be calming to know I'm safe in his arms, but I can't stop my mind from running wild.
Ari. Ari. Ari.
He's been plaguing my mind. What does he think about all this? Where does he think I am? Is he
waiting at home all alone thinking I'm coming back? Does he care anymore?
Unable to shift without waking the prince, I sigh softly and force my eyes closed.
Ari...
•••
"Again?" I whine.
Draven chuckles lightly and nods, sheathing his sword carefully.
"Five days a week princess."
My forehead wrinkles at the name.
"Princess?"
"Yes Luca. As my claimed, you are next in line to be queen. That makes you the princess."
Thoug
