"Now, don't glare at me like that. I'll answer, I'll answer. Come on, don't be annoyed, little female," Morpheus said and she stopped as she heard him again, "Why don't you take a seat first? Seems like we'll be talking for a while."
Ember shook her head and remained standing, choosing to lean on the balcony railing like Morpheus, though her hands were on the loose parts of her long hair, trying to keep them from being swept by the wind.
Morpheus tilted his head as he considered where to start. "First, tell me what you know about being someone's mate."
"From what everyone said, I understood that mate means I am the King's person now. But it doesn't seem to mean becoming his subordinate or servant since he has given me his surname. Doesn't that mean I am his family…? According to what others said, the King has marked me and that's why I'm his mate."
