Rowan laughed, and kissed her again.
“Very queenly.”
She hummed. “I am, if anything, the
consummate portrait of royal grace.”
He chuckled against her mouth. “And
humility. Let’s not forget that.”
“Oh yes,” she said, winding her arms
around his neck. His blood heated, sparking
with a power greater than any force a god or
Wyrdkey could summon.
But Rowan pulled away, just far enough to
rest his brow against hers. “Let’s get you to
your chambers, Majesty, so you can
commence your royal wallowing.”
She shook with laughter. “I might have
something else in mind now.”
Rowan let out a growl, and nipped at her
ear, her neck. “Good. I do, too.”
“And tomorrow?” she asked breathlessly,
and they both paused to look at each other. To
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