The last bleeding rays of the sun began to die as the town square remained quiet and peaceful.
The Blackfang Bandits who were usually unruly and brash were finally silent, and found themselves unable to tear their gaze away from the the sight in front of them.
They were supposed to be on patrol duty, ensuring no assassin ruined their Queen's night, but the scene unfolding on the stone bench was far more captivating, and rare than any potential threat.
Leo held Belladonna close. The gold coin he had caught, from the nice little magic trick he pulled off was still in his hand, pressed tight against her back, sending a cold shiver to the searing heat radiating from her body.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that wasn't gentle. It was a claim. It was a statement of ownership written in breath and tongue, a declaration that the woman in his arms, the woman who commanded armies, belonged solely to him.
