"Arielle, can you just stay in the North without going back to the South?" Ronan looked her deep in the eye. There was an expression of longing on his handsome face.
Arielle couldn't give him an answer right away. Her mind was too blank for words. When Ronan kissed her, she became dazed.
Ronan gently stroked Arielle's lips with his thumb. He felt guilty for pushing too hard. However, he did not, not even a tiny bit, feel sorry at all for kissing Arielle. If he wanted to, Ronan could even pull her by the neck to get closer to him and kiss her again.
"I got word that the king of Nieverdell has found a pair of wild wolves," said Ronan.
When she heard the news, Arielle was brought back to her senses. She pushed his body to keep the king's distance in one that was more appropriate for conversation.
