Morielle’s eyes were searching as she stared back at King Raithen.
“No. They always call me ‘my liege’ since the law dictates it. But I don’t care about it when it comes to you, Morielle. I don’t even care about taboos and some Naim beliefs as they don’t even give us prosperity and happiness when we abide by them. They’re just speculations that give fear to us to imprison us in a society that’s filled with rules and baseless inhibitions.”
She blinked twice, slowly. She could not even find words for a rebuttal.
“Just call me Raithen, and it’s enough to give me pleasure.”
She gulped as she looked back at his pleading eyes.
Oh! How could his eyes be so captivating?
Then, something occurred to her, and she slowly smiled. “Raithen.”
His eyes sparkled upon hearing her say his name.
“How
