“Your highness,” Genevieve called out, bringing Liam out of his pleasant reveries. He looked at her in a way that clearly told her to speak her mind, and she carried on, “Amelia is human,” the way she spat out the word human spoke volumes of her distaste. “Wouldn’t you care for a more fitting bride? A bride who would cherish you eternally, who would support you at all times, who would stand beside you…”
“Amelia is all that and more to me,” he told her seriously, eyeing her suspiciously.
In an instant, she was kneeling in front of him and nuzzling his crotch. “I can satisfy you in ways she cannot even begin to imagine, your highness. If only you would allow me…”
Liam, who wasn’t used to such boldness from her part, could only say in a cold voice, “Do not make a fool of yourself, Genev
