Ashford's P. O. V

“Open up,” Cassandra murmured, pressing a frost berry on my lips.

I opened my mouth wide, letting her feed me.

“Is it good?” she asked, guiding my back to rest on the pillow.

I hummed, watching her through half-closed eyes.

She brought the second berry to my lips. I chewed it quickly, some juice spilling down the corner of my lips.

Cassandra quickly pulled out her handkerchief and wiped it off with care.

“Keep this up,” I said, “and I might just start getting used to being treated like a king."

Cassandra leaned forward, our faces inches apart.

“Of course,” she whispered, “you're the one and...