ELORA

I shifted in my seat wondering how I was to spend hours in such a small space with the king. All our meetings always ended with me losing my ability to breathe and reason and I was sure as hell that this was not going to be different.

I stole a glance at him again now that the sun had begun its ascent bringing more light into the carriage.

Where his red hair had made him look like a Greek god descended from the heavens, his now black hair made him look like he had risen from the lowest depths of the underworld to wreak havoc on the world....