Kiss Of The Scarlet Prince
Serenya’s breath caught as his warmth pressed against her, the quiet strength of his touch grounding her in the swirling storm of emotions.
He lowered his voice to a husky whisper, words meant only for her.
“I may not be the white knight in your story,” he murmured, “but I’m no fool either—I know a queen when I see one, and no queen should be bowing to a tyrant.”
His hands trembled slightly as they gripped her waist, and for a moment, a tear slipped free, tracing a quiet path down his cheek.
“The prince’s wrath, his coldness—it’s a weight no one should bear. Especially not you.”
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