She walked between the rows of tables as if the whole world was under her feet, the dark red fabric of her dress flowing behind her, whispering in the silence of the room. No one dared to speak before the King, and Bjorn, himself, was speechless. He did not expect her to come here tonight, and now that she was here, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
Savannah was a vision. Everything about her was perfect. Queenly. A perfect woman for a King, and Bjorn couldn't believe that she had made the decision to join him tonight.
They both knew what it meant, and the bear inside him was already fighting to release his claws to mark her the moment she reached them, to claim that woman in front of everyone and be done with it.
Bjorn could give her more time before he took her and put a child in
