had happened the previous night. When she remembered Prince Kael Al’Hazzar’s entry to her room – how he’d caught her completely unexpecting…it sent warmth curling through her body. Despite the fact that he’d never encountered her species before, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing when he touched her. In fact, he’d handled her more thoroughly than any human man had – to the point where she was sure half the palace must have heard him having his way with her.
His hands, his fingers…his mouth…. he was devastating; and she supposed she should have expected no less. He was a prince who excelled in everything he endeavored to do…but he was also a man who gave commands and expected them to be followed. As much as he’d utterly dominated her body the previous night, Danielle found no small amount of guilt in yielding to him. He obviously expected things of her that were less in line with the duties of a wife and had more to do with giving in to his every whim.
When Kaia commented on her odd silence, Danielle provided only a small smile and an apology. This wasn’t something she particularly wanted Kaia to know about – that her brother was a commanding, misogynistic asshole. A younger, more idealistic woman would have run rather than wed such a man…perhaps, like the girl who’d stood next to her in line, she might have attempted to kill the man for hurting her pride. But Danielle was neither stupid nor selfish enough to attempt either of those things.
Not when Kael’s words echoed in her head whenever the notion rose in her consciousness. If he wanted her, there was no where she could escape from him. She would have to find a better way to undermine him – and the only option she found available was merely to prove him wrong. She would not simply be a place where he could bury his cock, and she would not sit idle, popping out children for him as he ran an empire she barely understood.
No, she would redouble her efforts. She would study all day every day if she needed to – she would learn Garinian until she would write poetry in it, and she would show him that when she put her mind to something, she achieved what she set out to do. She had kept her brother alive for years even when doctors had told her he would die before his tenth birthday, and she had kept on going for the weeks after his death in which she’d thought it might be better, simply, to give up.
And so, when she stood facing the man who she was to be bound to for the rest of her life, Danielle remembered who she would be saving. The human race would continue because she and her fellow humans had come to Garinia, Jordan would live on in her memories, and she would prove to the race that had conquered them that she could conquer their king.
Danielle said the words Kaia had taught her, and when the time came for her to bow to her husband and prince, she did so – her eyes never leaving his. At her intense stare, the man merely arched a brow, but the young woman kept silent. She didn’t speak a word that wasn’t bid of her until she was conducted to her new chambers – and those she would share with the crown prince.
The suite of rooms was immense – larger than the ones she had occupied and Kaia’s combined. However, they showed few signs of being inhabited. The Prince’s armor stood, polished, in one corner, and there was an array of wicked-looking weapons hung up on one wall. The sleeping pad suspended in mid-air looked to have never been touched, and who knew what lay beyond in the rooms she couldn’t see.
She had few things that she had acquired in the week she’d been on the planet, but a series of attendants brought them for her. Then, she kissed Kaia, along with Marc and Jalil – the prince’s other siblings, signifying that they were now family. The brothers looked strikingly similar to Kaia and the prince, leading Danielle to wonder exactly who their mother had been. They didn’t seem to have very much
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