"I did not touch any of my wives this month, Blue, I couldn't bring myself to." His fruity voice grazed her ears.
He didn't? That wasn't good for him. Not after she'd just learned that he had to always sleep with divine women every day. Oh, poor Prince Cargan.
Poor, poor Prince Cargan.
Gulping unsurety down her throat, she asked,
"Why did you do that, your eminence?" Her head was still bowed in respect.
He walked closer to her and didn't speak until they were inches away from each other. "All that ravages my senses now is your delicious lavender scent. Your blue hair should be sown into garments for they are all I want to drape over my skin. Your mysterious blue eyes follow me everywhere I go even in your absence." His strong hand raised her tender chin so that she could look him in the
eye.
As her eyes interlocked with his usually-empty ones, she noticed that they were graced with emotions this time. She took a hesitant step back.
