Andria's POV
Our ride back home felt different; he held my hands as if he never wanted to let go.
"Ari, what do you think of me?" Sir Kaelric asked.
I paused, wondering what angle the question came from.
"Come on, Ari, you don't have anything to say?" He persuaded.
"You are Sir Kaelric, and to me, you are that uptight nephew of the king with low tolerance for indiscipline. It's hard to know that you have a playful or flirty side from the outside," I replied carefully, staring at him.
A slow smile curved on his lips as he tightened his grip. "Who could have known that I would fall in love with my betrothed?
Who could have known that the lovely female I saw in the Falcons was, in fact, the hidden daughter betrothed to me?
Who could have known that the hidden daughter was Aria Wolfsburn? And right now, I want to rip the clothes off your body and devour you with kisses," he said, scooting closer.
