Lucivar's eyes narrowed, his lips curving with the arrogance of a man who had no need of titles to command respect. "You know who I am," he said smoothly. "And yet I was informed you didn't grow up around here."
"I have seen your pictures numerous times, my lord," Isolde replied quietly. Her eyes darted up to meet his, then down again.
"I am also informed," Lucivar continued, stepping further into the room, "that you are the king's mate, bound by the blood goddess herself."
Isolde's chest tightened. She hated the chains of destiny she never asked for. Her lips parted, but the admission came out clipped, resigned. "I guess I am."
