Their story had become his own personal fairy tale, or like the Mills & Boons romances he’d snuck from the Queen’s library as a teen. He’d had friends, and he’d had lovers, but no one who’d made him feel like that besotted younger version of himself, preserved for posterity. Unfortunately, he hadn’t mustered that emotion for any of the other women who had come into his life since then. Her eyes radiated with happiness as she played with the petals surrounding them, and he gazed at her with earnest adoration. “The will of the Goddess cannot be denied, my prince! Do not fret!”Ī photo of their betrothal ceremony had hung in the palace living quarters, two chubby cheeked toddlers dressed in brightly patterned garments, flowered garlands crowning their heads. Each nanny had placed his or her own twist on the tale, and some had even conjectured about their inevitable reconciliation. Since he was a boy, he’d heard tales of his bride to be and the wicked, selfish parents who had stolen her away. His head suddenly felt strangely light and his body heavy. “Shh!” Thabiso made a shooing gesture in Likotsi’s direction. Play icon The triangle icon that indicates to play
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