His Regret
“Whenever the young Princess sees things that remind her of the Mating moon night, the chaos within her is triggered—”
“What is that Chaos—”
“I’m not done, Your Majesty.” The Witch Lady rebutted my Dad.
Okay, there’s some familiar beefing there, because no one cuts my Dad off like that and continues talking.
The Witch continued talking. “Once that Chaos is triggered and she shifts into that aggressive form, only her rejected mate can bring her back to sanity and calmness, and this requires just his touch.” The Witch settled.
What the hell? So I’m now a mad destroyer who needs healing hands to become sane?