Zala rose with the sun. Her lips parted with an easy yawn but she remained in bed, clutching a pillow to her chest as she watched the sun appear from the horizon. The first thing that came to mind was that prince and how he refused to divulge anything to her. He was too vague for his own good and the princess wanted nothing more than to strangle that thick beautiful throat of his. Her request was very simple. But it seemed that either Kevoy didn’t want to see her and he has moved on or the prince just didn’t want to tell her. Why couldn’t they understand that it was her fervent wish to see Kevoy again? If just once. She didn’t want to choose. Zala didn’t want to let go, but she also couldn’t understand Kevoy. She couldn’t understand what was so difficult for him to at least come see her if
