Damian
I placed a hand on her pale face and exhaled slowly when I saw color return to her skin. When I had first carried her here, she had been barely breathing. After the doctor's care, her chest rose steadily, and she breathed fine.
"Your Highness," Romeo's voice cut into the quiet as he entered the ward.
"What is it?" I asked, my eyes never leaving Rosella.
"Keeping this human here will raise questions," he said flatly. "This isn't the first time you've rushed her to the hospital. People are beginning to wonder who she really is, which might cause a huge division in court."
Of course, Rosella meant something to me. But revealing her identity would be useless—they would never accept her.
"Let them think what they want," I said softly, brushing my thumb over her cheek. "She is my mate." A faint smile tugged at my lips as I looked at her. "It's only natural as an alpha that I care for her. "
