Adeline had read enough books to understand what he meant. She wryly smiled at him, hoping it would ease the tension between his brows and down under. But it didn't.
Elias patted the top of her head. "It's almost time for a late lunch. Come, let's get you—"
"Your Majesty!"
"—fed," Elias finished. A disgruntled scowl twisted his perfect features.
Elias let out a loud, irritated sigh. He sat upright, with her still in his lap. He tucked the strands of hair behind her ears before sliding her off of him.
"What is it?" he barked at the door.
"Your Majesty, that crazy Claymore is here again," Weston called out.
Weston stood outside of the door, scratching his neck. He wondered if that title would forever be attached to that strong-willed woman whose face never left his mind. When he closed his eyes, he'd see her deep frown, and when he tried to sleep, he heard her irritating questions.
