In Scot’s suite, he sat in front of the mirror his eyes glued on Meryln who was standing behind him with scissors on her hand fixing his haircut. Even though all her concentration was on his head she could feel his eyes on her. “It is rude to stare, Your Highness.”
“I am only a man My Lady, a man captivated by your being” he said charmingly.
Lifting her eyes to the mirror, their eyes met. “You are not just a man, Your Grace. Who you are requires ultimate control of who and what captivates you.”
He chuckled, “what then happens when a ravishing war goddess in a catsuit casts a spell I can not overcome?”
“You banish her from your sight, mind and heart.”
“Meryln” he called her lovingly.
She ignored the emotion in his voice and broke the eye contact. “That was and still is the only reas
