Shian's POV
"Seriously, I think Asher's found his mate," Devi said.
I ran a comb through her hair, trailing my fingers after to make sure I got all the tangles.
Such beautiful hair for the most beautiful woman in the world. Yes, that was Princess Devi.
"Does it matter?" I asked. I touched her silky hair and smiled.
"Yes, obviously it does!" Devi snapped.
"But you're engaged to him, my princess. It doesn't matter if he finds his mate," I reminded her.
I put the comb back in Devi's hair, but she pushed my hand away. I sighed and set the comb down.
"It matters. I must be the only woman in his life," Devi insisted, crossing her arms.
I started straightening up some of the things on Devi's vanity. She would calm down.
"Shian, I need you to do something really important for me."
