The boy stood and walked towards me as if in a trance. He reached out his hand and touched me as if he needed to feel I was real.
A tingle ran down my arm at his touch; with a frown, the boy stood back, shaking his head as if trying to break the bond he, too, felt.
‘She is not my mate.’ He spat, backing away from me, with a look I was familiar with, having seen it enough with Tobias lately: hatred.
‘That is what you called her; you cannot change fate,’ the woman responded with a loving smile at me.
‘What about Liza? I love her, and Liza will be my bride, not this.’ He gestured at me, waving his hand up and down.
‘Fate says otherwise. Now you have called it, so be it.’ Commanded the man in front of me, and I wondered what had just happened.
‘Your majesty,’ Samuel bows. Bethwynne and
