Chapter Thirty- Five.
Fitz felt like kicking himself, as Eliza looked almost terrified at his request. He had got lost in the beauty of his angel, around the exquisite waterfall made of ice.
“I am sorry,” he quickly apologized, not wanting this woman who meant so much to him, in such little time, to feel pressured by him.
“No, I am sorry,” Eliza said, shaking her head, she wished she could let go, live in that perfect moment. But, as much as her body cried out for the king’s touch, she could not risk her heart. She knew that should the king not be her mate, or reject her upon finding another woman he preferred, what Greyson and her sister did would be just a dent, compared to the utter devastation she would feel, if the king kissed then ran.
“I…I…” Eliza begun to stammer, trying to
