Damien advanced toward her, each deliberate step echoing like the ticking of a clock. There was nothing hesitant or pitiable about his movements. Rather, his measured pace only tightened the invisible thread of tension between them.
“Shall I share a secret with you, Your Highness?”
Chloe’s heart raced as he bent down toward her. The gods must have been envious when they created him, she thought, granting him such devastating beauty but limiting his movement. He was the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon.
In a low, clear whisper, he spoke into her ear. “There is nothing that has ever defied my will.”
As his breath grazed her skin, a thrilling shiver ran through her body, and she found herself closing her eyes. She had never felt anything like this before. Damien’s voice resonated in her ears as she held her breath.
“Therefore, you shall become Queen.”
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