Nevara
Thoren closed his eyes.
“I could have him reassigned to the northern border.”
“You would miss him.”
“Kael would.”
“And you would miss watching Kael pretend not to enjoy him.”
That earned a reluctant smile. Thoren placed one last kiss against my forehead before releasing me.
“Go before he enters again.”
When I finally left the room, Drake was waiting in the corridor with his arms folded and one eyebrow raised.
“You took four minutes.”
“I’m the future queen. I’m allowed to overrun the schedule.”
His mouth dropped open in delighted approval. “I have never been prouder.”
Elena handed me a robe and said, “Breakfast will be served in the dressing suite.”
My stomach apparently agreed with Drake’s concerns because the first thing I did upon entering the dressing suite was head
