KING RYKERR
King Rykerr sat back in his grand chair, deep inside his office. He had returned to his courtly duties today, trying hard to focus. He hoped that drowning himself in work would help silence the storm inside him. His table was filled with scrolls, waiting to be read and signed, but his thoughts refused to calm down.
The image of Ayla, her luscious breasts, her perky nipples, her soft curves, her golden eyes, the way her golden long hair flowed like silk kept creeping back into his mind. Her tender touch when she had cared for him, her quiet strength, her youthful beauty... It was all too much.
He gritted his teeth.
She was too young. Almost still a girl. And yet, she had agreed to marry him. He hated that about her. A girl like her agreeing to be his bride, just for money. Wasn’t that what she wanted? Wealth and safety?
But there was another truth hiding in his heart, she had helped him recover. She had stayed beside him when others feared he wouldn’t make it. She was
