The room fell silent the moment he entered.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Golden eyes glowing faintly in the dark.
Dragon eyes.
I remembered the stories.
The king who killed his wives.
The ruler cursed to destroy anyone who loved him.
I should have been afraid.
But instead… my chest burned.
Something inside me reacted to him.
"You don't look scared," he said coldly.
I swallowed. "Should I be?"
His lips curved slightly. "Most women beg."
I lifted my chin. "Then you married the wrong woman."
For the first time, surprise flickered across his face.