"You are cursing again."
"I did."
Rowan leaned over and captured her lips with the same mouth that he used to curse, but Zaya didn't mind it as she reciprocated the kiss. He had been kissing her very often now, in every chance he got, probably because here, there was no Zander or other warriors, who watched his every move.
And just like he said, he could be himself in his own kingdom.
"No," Zaya said, as she pushed him away when he was about to take things too far.
Rowan growled, but he stopped.
"I am not going to be pregnant out of wedlock." But, not only that, her position was not secured until she had the title and got the ceremony. She trusted Rowan wouldn't play dirty with her, but she had to protect herself too, since it was not only herself that she had to think about. There were five hundred magic users that relied on her in this foreign land.
